Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and …

The littlest Christmas tree, lived in a meadow of green, Among a family, of tall evergreens, He learned how to whisper, the evergreen song, with the slightest of wind, that came gently along. He watched as the birds, made a home out of twigs, and couldn’t wait till, he too was big. For all of the trees, offered a home, …

Mama told me a story a long long time ago not like any that I’d ever heard, all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word. Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well, it was a Christmas eve I’ll never forget as far as I can tell. We were sitting at …