May Christmas be a day so merry
All your children long recall
The scattered wads of wrap.
May each empty box
Be counted for each smile.
May each candle lit
Be lit still
As moments flicker
And the years go by.
May all your children's children
Know the year long search and hours.
May each scissor snip, each
Inch of tape, each worry
And each fret
Be counted for each kiss.
And may your children's children
Not forget.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
May Christmas be a day so merry
All your children long recall
The scattered wads of wrap.
May each empty box
Be counted for each smile.
May each candle lit
Be lit still
As moments flicker
And the years go by.
May all your children's children
Know the year long search and hours.
May each scissor snip, each
Inch of tape, each worry
And each fret
Be counted for each kiss.
And may your children's children
Not forget.
Houston, 1975
The legacy of parental effort and tradition.
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