The earliest Christmas memory
That I recall I have,
Was still young, barely walking,
Though confident and suave.
Lived in two story homestead,
And 'fore parents, did rise,
With legs "at ease", arms in the air
My family, did surprise.
While still in my pyjamas,
To top of stairs did run,
My arms akimbo, then in air,
I wanted to have fun.
With loudest voice, could muster,
As child, was not TOO loud,
"IT'S CHRISsssssssTMAS" I proclaimed to all,
I really felt so proud.
I started 'running' down the steps,
Each foot upon each stair,
I think, got down steps one and two,
Was STOPPED, - it wasn't fair.
Just wanted t'see what presents,
The "man in red" did leave,
But HAD to return back to bed,
I shrugged a 'huffing' heave.
The coal fire needed cleaned out,
A new fire, lit, would be,
To keep us warm and cosy,
'Til presents, we could see.
Cannot recall exactly what
Had been left me, that year,
It must have been quite welcomed,
There certainly was no tear.
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