My prayer is for a simple Christmas near home and hearth,
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.




I want to go back in time to the country store and presents but a few,
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.




Mama made a sweater with her own hands,
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.




Bobby whittled a toy soldier for his friend Roy,
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.




A gift from the heart made with loving hands,
Is a treasure not built on sinking sands.












Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)

Watch these pages for more poetry by Phyllis Ann.

 

 









More poems and stories. Follow the list of links.




Check these out:

December Thoughts

Meltdown

Winter Fun

Sweet Dreams

December's Shoreline

Bopper's Christmas

Winter Concerto

The Green Velvet Gown

Winter Warm


And.......for many others, click the index image.



http://graphicsbymarilyn.com


Click here to send this site to a friend!