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His Birthday

The fireplace alight
With flames burning bright
Where stockings of red were hung;
Our home filled with cheer
As Christmas was here,
And melodic carols were sung.

Outside all aglow
Sparkled sunlight on snow
As our snowman was melting away;
One burning candle
Stood alone on the mantle,
Poinsettias beneath on display.

Our grandma would bake
Her special fruit-cake,
And pies, if the apples were ripe;
Baby sister asleep
In her crib counting sheep,
Papa would be filling his pipe.

Brother with skates
On the ice - figure eights
Was wearing his mittens and cap;
Church bells would ring
As the choir would sing
Grandpa read as I sat on his lap.

All the presents had bows
And eaves mistletows
'Twas a year I shall never forget;
Swiping one candy cane
From the tree, heard my name,
Mama called and the table was set.

Then the blessing was said
And as I bowed my head-
"Happy Birthday" I heard papa say;
For Christ is the reason
We celebrated the season,
We all knew it was His Birthday.

Author/Poem Written By:
Tammy Boatman-Young
DECEMBER 2000

To visit Tammy's Site & read more of her poems and stories;
"Just To Walk Closer To Thee, Lord"

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