BOYS TOYS

BOYS TOYS

Here is another early recollection

It was Christmas, upon reflection

Windows with frost on the inside

A winter freeze that none denied

A cold morning, no more waiting

The night before, just anticipating

Three toy cars, other presents too

Nash Rambler, a pretty light blue

Hudson Sedan, brown and cream

Usually two-toned, it would seem

Plymouth Plaza, in a purple shade

American makes, yet British made

Best of all, was a construction set

The nicest present one could get

In a box, alongside those toy cars

And it had nuts and bolts in brass

Soon, I had something assembled

Yet only I knew what it resembled

Back then, so glad for what I’d got

Money was tight, so it wasn’t a lot

Yet somehow we all came through

Slowly, things improved, it is true

But today, with all this reminiscing

I do recall those things I’m missing