Christmas morning at home under the tree. Left to right... me, Dave (being kind of bratty with that bus!) and my sister Marji. Both of us with our new dolls. I remember holding my Betsy Wetsy like it was yesterday.
And playing in the parlor at Grammy's farm on Christmas day: Marji, Uncle Harvey with his cigar, our cousin Brian, Aunt Gladys, and me. Many happy memories of the dear ones no longer with us...
"Each Christmas I remember
The ones of long ago;
I see our mantelpiece adorned
With stockings in a row. Each Christmas finds me dreaming
Of days that used to be,
When we hid presents here and there,
For all the family. Each Christmas I remember
The fragrance in the air,
Of roasting turkey and mince pies
And cookies everywhere.
Each Christmas finds me longing
For Christmases now past,
And I am back in childhood
As long as memories last."
The ones of long ago;
I see our mantelpiece adorned
With stockings in a row. Each Christmas finds me dreaming
Of days that used to be,
When we hid presents here and there,
For all the family. Each Christmas I remember
The fragrance in the air,
Of roasting turkey and mince pies
And cookies everywhere.
Each Christmas finds me longing
For Christmases now past,
And I am back in childhood
As long as memories last."
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