When I think of Christmas
memories start to flow
of Christmas trees and twinkling lights
and sparkling crunchy snow.
Our father soaking Lutefisk,
mom writing Christmas notes,
and sis and I rehearsing songs
new mittens, scarves and coats.
Our favorite company coming
those presents ‘neath the tree
we kids are so excited
it is almost misery!
Years have passed by swiftly
with changes ‘long the way
but lovely bits and pieces
still fill my Christmas Day.
~written by Lucille Falk Miller (c) 12/25/90
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