Christmas~The Bygone Years

It was Christmas eve
seems like eons ago
when brother Gene Robert
and I played
in white marshmallow snow

snowy mounds rounded
a form for frosty
making him a snowman

delight
his top hat tipped to the
side with a jolly ole pipe
a scarf wrapped 'pon
his neck flapped in wind
quite cold
black button eyes shone
brightly bold

Gene said this snowman
had to be a perfect sight
made me tamp down
a round circle
while he added snow to 

his height

twas the best childhood
Christmas of bygone years
filled with sweet kindness
and old fashion cheer

alas snowmen melt away

and a rising dawn
starts a brand new day

yet I still reminisce those
Invigorating days of yore
fond memories of a time
that exists no more

simplicity smothered by time
kids now build fake snowmen
inside by computers online

It's all rather sad
I reckon they'll never
know
the real true beauty of
fresh fallen snow

and just how precious
what it all meant
playing in snow
our old fashioned Christmas
was a childhood well spent

Reviews

[willweb]

This was beautiful and how I remember Christmas as a child. The first snowfall was something to celebrate, especially is it was enough for school to be closed that day. Building snowmen and having snowball fights and sledding down Yale Hill was how we spent our days. And you are right, I don't kids these days really know that feeling. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.

[Fran Marie]

Thank you kindly
glad you enjoyed

[Einstein Noodle]

wonderlands in memory, Fran! your poem sparks those i have as well .. we spent hours out doors .. the more snow the better (up state NY) besides the fun and comradery we exhausted ourselves and getting inside, peeling off boots and layers of wet, snow plugged everything ... the after glow was divine .. thanks for sharing your "perfect" snowman and your brother with us .. right here at the Cafe'
E.

[Fran Marie]

Thank you E, yes those were the good old days
For sure....I so appreciate the kind review..

[peter Charlesworth]

Thank you Fran for taking me back those days of joy
To play in the snow building snow men; snow ball fights

sadly all gone now
BUT we still remember the joy > cold hand forgotten

[Fran Marie]

Thank you,for reading
so much appreciated.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Fran ur awesome in you work even I don't see but your word's have deep touch that leaves the mind wondering if we have right, love know you brought everything together. Thank you for sharing.

[Fran Marie]

Thank you, Mauricio for reading
...& for the kind review..
Happy New Years to you. .🌲

[Chris Shaw]

Nostalgic and beautifully penned Fran Marie. You take me back many years to a time when I also played in the snow with siblings. Sadly I feel youngsters of today, miss out on something precious that we had. Your stanzas here are delightful. Happy new year to you. All good wishes for 2024.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thank you Chris..🔔
and a very Happy New Year to you

[emmajoygreen]

What a true and very precious poem, Fran Marie.. it brings back the best and warm memories people should have.. but so many miss. Whatever you create seems to come from a wonderfully sincere heart... thank you so much.

Wishing you a happy, hopeful and loving new year.

[Fran Marie]

Thank you emmajoy
Happy New Year 🎉
Wishing you All the best..

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you so very much!

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely poem Fran, and It reminded me of our snowmen that we built as kids.... those are indeed bygone days...now you can't pull you kid from the computer...or perhaps they make fake snowmen on the computer...yet all of these fun memories belong to us and we do hold the dear to our hearts....
Warmly, B
Happy New Year!

[Fran Marie]

Thank you Betty
..& Happy New Year🌲

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Fran…and a Happy New Year to you!
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran... I remember laying down upon the Snow and making Snow Angels by moving my Arms to create Wings that seemed so Real. I often saw the Angels flying around the Steeple to our Church close by. Childhood Memories where we walked to School in the Snow and sang Christmas Carols and other Songs written by Nat King Cole. Wishing you a Warm Hearth to Warm your Toes and Mistletoe kisses on Christmas Eve. I Believe in Magic. softly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

Thank you dear Pat, yes the magic
is real I do believe..Merry Christmas
to you ..Peace..🌲 Love 🎄 ,&. Joy 🎄