Traditions of LOVE have existed for years
The memory of which always produce tears
Some of them sad, but most of the JOY
As I remember the days when I was just a boy
Little has changed down through the years
For so many beautiful things today still reduce me to tears
The LOVE of a friend or the kind words received
Restoring FAITH and HOPE to really BELIEVE
But it's never more felt than at this time of the year
When Thanksgiving and Christmas are extremely near
I already smell turkey and pumpkin pie
Causing another moment with tear filled eyes
How sad for so many, who take a legalist view
Diminishing SCRIPTURES best message of LOVE, which shines through
Shared over the centuries found within the traditions of man
Letting their personal opinions get far out of hand
My Father was truly a deep Spiritual Man
Who LOVED CHRIST as deeply as any man can
But when it came time to celebrate Christmas he was the first one you'd see
Ready to think about a Christmas tree
Oh, he wasn't a pagan, by any stretch of the mind
He just LOVED the spirit of CHRIST which at Christmas one finds
Greeting neighbor or friends as they came to pick out a tree
Where our front yard was transformed for everyone to see
Making a Victorian House built in the late eighteen hundreds, have a touch of class
To be seen as Christmas music was heard, by each soul who went passed
Some would stop and purchase a tree
Others just shared stories, of how things used to be
It was my Great Grandfather and Son's who built the place
That once stood in a time of elegance and grace
But I feel sure they never dreamed, one day it would be
A front yard turned into a lot, for selling Christmas Trees
NO, time can't erase the treasures of thought
Memory brings to mind, of things which can not be bought
Wherein living all alone never can be
Lonesome or sad for someone like me
YES:
Traditions of LOVE have existed for years
The memory of which always produce tears
Some of them sad but most of the JOY
As I remember the days when I was just a boy |
