The Saddest Part of Christmas

I close my eyes and travel back to a simpler time

When life was easy, playing was hard and problems were never mine

 

Christmas time was always fun for me and dad would shop

And when we finished, we'd go to lunch, just me and my ol' pop

 

Then we'd go home and decorate the house and the tree

The angel top my Dad would save for last when he'd lift me

 

Mom was in the kitchen baking men of gingerbread

Me and Dad would surely laugh, at the shape of all their heads

 

The air was cold, but the house was warm with the cliche' christmas cheer

The saddest part of christmas now is Dad's no longer here.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

i am sorry to hear about your Dad. some memories are meant to be forgotten but lived in for life - a tribute to your father you have come up with. bless you, Kelly.

[Samuel Dickens]

That ending is hard to take. Still, you presented a scene of happy times. Cherished, I'll say. I imagine your father wants you to remember the many good times you had together, and to push away sadness.