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