Christmas of Bygone Days

A poem by the editor

Old Christmas

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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