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Each Christmas I remember The ones of long ago; I see our mantelpiece adorned With stockings in a row.
Each Christmas finds me dreaming Of days that used to be, When we hid presents here and there, For all the family.
Each Christmas I remember The fragrance in the air, Of roasting turkey and mince pies And cookies everywhere.
Each Christmas finds me longing For Christmases now past, And I am back in childhood As long as memories last.
~Carice Williams |