I Find Myself Wanting More

I love the Christmas time of year

Friends call or came by with wonderful cheer

I will remember and treasure people I loved so

No ills can cause adorable memories to go

Dreaming is good, precious memories are great

My mental shots of past friends I celebrate

Years we entertained hopes of times to be

Such joy caroling, movies and ecstasy

Evenings at local shows how we busted out

Laugh until drops of tears trickled and we felt to shout

Far car trips taking scenic roads to places I never knew

Waited hours and hours for David to arrive to see how he grew

All the excitement we had and yet I clamor for more

None of these dreary days are like the gone days of before

The magic we enjoyed on those days when

Interest was not implored, honesty had no end

Nothing would turn smiles to tears

Glory was common, grace and glory filled those years

My life has changed, many of the  things we used to do

Old now and forgotten, dreariness has replaced the joy I knew

Remembering gets harder and daily each prayer stronger than before

Each day for Christmas I find myself wanting more

I Find Myself Wanting More

I Love the ChriStmas time of year

FrienDs call or came by with wOnderful cheer

I will remember and treasure people I loved so

No ills can cause adorable memories to go

Dreaming is good, precious memories are great

My mental shots of past friends I celebrate

Years we entertained hopes of times to be

Such Joy caroling, movies and ecstasy

EveniNgs at local shows how we busted out

Laugh until drops of tears tricKled and we felt to shout

Far Car trips taking scenic Roads to places I never knew

Waited hours and Hours for David to arrive to see how he grew

All the excitement we had and yet I clamor for more

None of these dreary days are like the gone days of before

The Magic we enjoyed on those days when

Interest was not implored, honesty had no end

Nothing would turn smiles to tears

Glory was common, grace and glory filled those years

My life has changed, many of the  things we used to do

Old now and forgotten, dreariness has replaced the joy I knew

Remembering gets harder and daily each prayer stronger than before

Each day for Christmas I find myself wanting more

I Find Myself Wanting More

I Love the ChriStmas time of year

FrienDs call or came by with wOnderful cheer

I will remember and treasure people I loved so

No ills can cause adorable memories to go

Dreaming is good, precious memories are great 

My mental shots of past friends I celebrate

Years we entertained hopes of times to be

Such Joy caroling, movies and ecstasy 

EveniNgs at local shows how we busted out

Laugh until drops of tears tricKled and we felt to shout

Far Car trips taking scenic Roads to places I never knew

Waited hours and Hours for David to arrive to see how he grew

All the excitement we had and yet I clamor for more

None of these dreary days are like the gone days of before

The Magic we enjoyed on those days when

Interest was not implored, honesty had no end

Nothing would turn smiles to tears

Glory was common, grace and glory filled those years

My life has changed, many of the  things we used to do

Old now and forgotten, dreariness has replaced the joy I knew

Remembering gets harder and daily each prayer stronger than before

Each day for Christmas I find myself wanting more