I remember as if it were yesterday,
The chilly pre-dawn Christmas morning,
I opened my bedroom door
In the old house on Westwood Lane.
The glow and hiss of the old gas stove,
The big bulb Christmas lights,
My stocking filled with treats,
An English walnut, an orange,
A package of peppermint patties.
The second-hand tree with too much tinsel,
The out of tune piano where we sang carol after carol,
Laughter ringing through the early morning.
Somehow, out of nothing,
Christmas had come,
Filling our home with magic.
My mother a child again with me,
The memories etched on my heart,
The most precious gift of all.