Poem: The memories most endearing, no matter where we roam,
are those of Christmas past in a place we knew as home.
The magic of the season with scent of wax and pine,
the aroma from the kitchen that beckoned us to dine.
The dancing lights upon the tree that cast their Yuletide spell,
the joyous song of carolers, peace on earth, Noel.
The treasured scenes of yesterday could prayer but make them last,
Traditions of the heart live on in dreams of Christmas past.
by C. David Hay
These are a couple of pics of our tree back in 1972. Mama, Daddy and I had just moved to Griffin, GA from SC - this was our first Christmas in our new home here. The poem really captures my feelings... Thanks so much for stopping by :)