My prayer is for a simple Christmas near home and hearth,
I want to go back in time to the country store and presents but a few,
Mama made a sweater with her own hands,
Bobby whittled a toy soldier for his friend Roy,
A gift from the heart made with loving hands,
Far away from the noise and strife.
Just a simple Christmas free from money grubbers and phony hype,
Filled with love of family and dear friends, you know the type.
Where folks greeted you with a smile and a “howdy do”.
Lost in time are the tiny trees with presents wrapped with string,
And oranges and apples were what Santa would bring.
And a batch of home made candy stored in recycled cans.
Daddy hulled walnuts from the trees out back,
And gave them as gifts be-ribboned in brown paper sacks.
And Susie received a corn husk doll as her toy.
The simple pleasures of life have been stolen from our minds.
We have been duped into indulgence and made to be blind.
Is a treasure not built on sinking sands.
Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)
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