Christmas Eve


When I was a child

The only good times were at Christmas

We were happy not because there were gifts

Because there was peace at Christmas time

The only time my father was happy 

The Christmas season made him different 

Even though we had no money

Somehow he got us a Christmas tree

It went up on Christmas Eve

When we woke up in the morning 

This magnificent Christmas tree stood there 

Decorated to perfection 

Sometimes we received a gift and sometimes we didn’t 

All I can say is

Our house was happy at Christmas 

In later year we all would gather for one day of the year

That was Christmas Eve



  • Author: Dorothy J Colditz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2023 16:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: While we all don’t get together anymore. Christmas Eve was and is an enjoyable Time for my family.
  • Category: Family
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