It's Christmas Again

It’s Christmas Again...and the holiday season is here and I can’t help but thinking of all of the Christmases of the years gone by.
And I can’t help the sadness that comes with the thought of all of those Christmases that to me are lost.
I remember my childhood and all the excitement of what Santa would bring. I was so lucky and had the good fortune to get many presents and each year there was always more. But it wasn’t the gifts you see that Santa would bring for me
underneath that beautiful tree.
The bows were undone and the paper tossed.

I was eager to be with my family for fun because to me that was when Christmas really begun.

So now it’s the night before Christmas, and the kids are tucked in their beds, all dreaming of presents in the morning they hope to see underneath a beautiful tree.
The tree lights are twinkling, they were strung with haphazardly care,
If you look in the back it’s almost bare.
I’m not sure what they’re thinking, or what they believe.
Do they really know the reason for this season?
That it’s not about the gifts that Santa will bring, or
Even the songs that they happily sing.
Has the glamor of toys filled them up
With stuff that really doesn’t mean a thing?
Would their Christmas be enough without all of that bling?
So tomorrow when Santa has come and gone
And there are bows and paper torn �"
Scattered across the floor with the tree looking empty and bare
And the presents are nowhere to be seen I’m going to sit them down
around me, and ask them a question….
What does Christmas really mean?
So if you interested, check back with me after New Years and the answer my question did bring.
Che Davis © 12/2013