What Ever Happened ……

We used to ask the painter for a brush

Have to move with gentle strokes, he said not to rush

And in the kitchen we’ll beg to lick the spoon

The bowl after baking was like a trip to the moon

Excitement came from looking for that perfect seashell

Various smooth rocks and colored berries that fell

Eggshells washed and used to decorate the tree

Ribbons draped from the top and the star hung by me

How beautiful it was to wake with the fresh smell

Aroma of pine and like a new rain just fell

Perhaps I will never see another Christmas like back then

People don’t fuss the same on becoming women and men

Except we have a tradition to uphold

Now we must pass on Christmas to the young from the old

Every child should enjoy what we used to share

Delight in the Christmas Season and have a Happy New Year