I will always remember our Christmases past,
quite vivid and clear as tho’ each just the last,
recalling the happiness, joys and delight,
reliving the mem’ries from each Christmas night.
Two youngsters just married, a family’s debut,
alone that first Christmas, a life to pursue,
beginning a future, their wings poised to spread,
with a single direction to soar, straight ahead.
As time seemed to fly the young newlyweds thrived,
for two became three when a child arrived,
and Christmases future changed yet evermore,
as the family still grew, from just three into four.
The years seem a whirlwind for tots turned to teens,
when cute baggy britches emerged as torn jeans,
and teens came of age, striking out on their own,
with the circle complete as they cast their first stone.
It ends where it started, tho’ youngsters grew old,
when four became two in the years tinted gold,
but mem’ries of Christmas, fond images past,
will remain evermore, as tho’ each just the last.