Christmas of Bygone Days
A poem by the editor
My two older brothers and I grew up in Copenhagen with a single mom. I wrote this poem in remembrance of Christmas Eve when I was small.
Christmas is here again
like an old familiar friend
as a child i remember the feeling
of a tree reaching the ceiling
the smell of candles and pine
red cabbage and glazing and wine
with chocolate and marzipan fair
with warmth and cheer in the air
our mom was piano playing
we boys were doing the braying
the old instrument is ringing
and thankful hearts are singing
remembering as we were able
our Saviour was born in a stable.
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