When I was just a little girl
I'd wish with all my might...
That I might hear those jingle bells
Ringing in the night...
A stomping and a HO HO HO
I'd know that he was real...
Oh yes, I do believe I heard
One of the reindeer squeal...
The room in which I spent the night
Was cold and filled with apples...
While hiding under the blankets so warm
I'd sneak a bite, well, just to sample...
I finally fell a sleep that night
With dreams of what I'd find...
A bride doll, perhaps with brown hair
She was a beautiful sight...
Christmas morning I'd wake up at dawn
And creep on down the stairs...
The tree was lit with colored lights
And tinsel everywhere...
I'd hear a tinkling sound from bells
Bells hanging on the tree...
OH I do believe in Santa Claus
For my bride doll was waiting for me...
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property of judy karle schuster
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I wrote this poem back in 2008...it is a childhood memory, which is still so clear...Oh Santa, I wish you were still around...isn't it great when you have really special memories...I've never seen a tree as beautiful as that one...when I look back in my memory, I guess I was spoiled....but I never new it... just as being an only child with two devoted parents....who I always wanted to please, and it wasn't to suck up to them....I never knew what that meant...I just RESPECTED both my parents...MERRY CHRISTMAS FRITZ AND ELEANOR KARLE, JIM SCHUSTER AND ALISON HALEY CLOUD...I pray you are looking down to know how much I loved all of you...
Photo was taken in Fremont Ohio at my Grandma Bertha and Tunta Maries house...in the photo is my cousin Kaaren, Rita, Linda and me....with all our Christmas dolls....
Photo was taken in Fremont Ohio at my Grandma Bertha and Tunta Maries house...in the photo is my cousin Kaaren, Rita, Linda and me....with all our Christmas dolls....
5 comments:
A wonderful poem Judy, as we get older Christmas changes but we still have our wonderful memories of innocence at Christmas time.
Yvonne.
Neat, neat, neat Judy.
We have photos that look like this in our family albums as well.
Such wonderful and magical days, weren't they?
I like your poem. Your childhood Christmas sounds a lot like my own.
I usually got a new doll at Christmas time, but I only remember my Betsy Wetsy and the life size soft rubber baby doll. I wish I still had them.
I hope you have a blessed Christmas.
My Christmas wish for you, my friend
Is not a simple one
For I wish you hope and joy and peace
Days filled with warmth and sun
I wish you love and friendship too
Throughout the coming year
Lots of laughter and happiness
To fill your world with cheer
May you count your blessings, one by one
And when totaled by the lot
May you find all you've been given
To be more than what you sought
May your journeys be short, your burdens light
May your spirit never grow old
May all your clouds have silver linings
And your rainbows pots of gold
I wish this all and so much more
May all your dreams come true
May you have a Merry Christmas friend
And a happy New Year, too .. xoxo
Don't say you were spoiled. That sounds like ruin. I think you were just well-loved. You might have been indulged . . . but not enough that you didn't grow up to appreciate people and things in a way that was appropriate! I think you were blessed.
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