MEMORIES OF YULETIDES PAST

THE BLOWING SNOW
MAKES WHIRLPOOLS
IN THE MOONLIGHT
THE TREE IS ALL AGLOW

AT EVENTIDE
THE SOUNDS OF HOME
COME CALLING
DOWN THE YEARS

WITH MEMORIES OF THE
HAPPINESS INSIDE.
MEMORIES OF A WORLD
THAT’S NOW LONG-GONE

AND OF THE FRIENDS WHO
GATHERED ’ROUND
FROM FAR AND NEAR,

MEMORIES TO WARM
THE COLDEST DAYS
AND FILL THE HEART AND
SOUL WITH CHRISTMAS CHEER

William Bedford

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