When life was still ahead/ a Christmas poem



when life was still ahead
and I was just a child, getting ready for bed
on a night that seemed the longest of all
we children would wait for santa to call
for a day where there was nothing but play
and treats to eat all day
like dreams spun on a magic screen for all to see
the wonders of christmas with friends and family
stories told around a special tree
creating memories for everyone
with songs and laughter
until the day is done

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