(c) 1027 Edward York
I always remember my childhood,
When the mysteries of life were unclear.
The wondrous days we call Christmas,
Made it my best time of year.
We never had very much money,
But we always managed to eat.
We didn\'t get wrapped up in possessions,
And happiness lived on our street.
A real tree was what stood in the corner,
The smell of fresh pine in the air.
We covered it with things that all sparkle,
And dad would guide us from his chair.
My childhood days are now just a memory,
Adulthood in place many a year.
Christmastime is a wondrous reminder,
The mysteries of life still are unclear.