A CHRISTMAS MORNING MEMORY PARADE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I
Sit In
Silence Wondering Where
All The Years Have
Fled

Christmas
Morning Memories
Parading In My
Head, With Santas In Red

Childhood
Days Relived
Moments And Memories
That Went By Too Fast

Fireplace
Flames, An
Old Man With
Coffee Cup Memories Of
Christmas

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All Rights Reserved

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All!!! Please use today to enjoy and relive the gift of Christmas Memories from the past!! And the blessing of time spent with family and friends – time is precious and life is too short!!
Chuck

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CHRISTMAS HAIKU: A TREE’S GIFT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Pine Tree’s Sweet Smell  

CHRISTMAS HAIKU: A CHRISTMAS TREE’S GIFT – REPRISE – 2019

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Pine Tree’s Sweet Smell

With Lights And Decorations

Is It’s Christmas Gift

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CHRISTMAS HAIKU: A TREE’S GIFT – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Pine Tree’s Sweet Smell  

HAIKU: THE CHRISTMAS TREE – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Christmas Tree Shines

Christmas Tree, Damned Christmas Tree

Based on O Tannenbaum (Oh Christmas Tree).

A Christmas tree, a Christmas tree!
In search of you my day’s spent.
A Christmas tree, a Christmas tree!
Search through the woods so fervent.

CHRISTMAS HAIKU: A CHRISTMAS TREE’S GIFT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

A Pine Tree’s Sweet Smell

With Lights And Decorations

Is It’s Christmas Gift

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

The Forbidden Toy

Christmas Poem: Challenge

As I look up, and up, my neck craning,

at dazzling lights and sparkling balls,

my inner desire I’m restraining,

as I wait patiently for one to fall.

Each night I lay dreaming of obtaining

my rightful prize; for now I’m abstaining.

As their footsteps approach, I turn away,

An “Interfaith Marriage” Limerick

This is my second holiday season with wife number three. Last year we didn’t do much. We were coming off of our wedding and honeymoon in October. We lit a menorah for Hanukkah and hung some stockings, but we were not especially festive.

That Christmas feeling

(via wallcoo.net)

… feels as if it’s faded

With each year it get worse, you hear this every year

The sad darkness that creeps

Inside me with this realization finds a comfy spot and settles

The Memory Tree

The Memory Tree

Tell me, tell me what you see? A Christmas Tree? No, no this is a memory tree. Such a spell it weaves for me I see my children’s lives opening a rewind, that is what I see. Tiny toys and decorations made with love a Santa stuffed with wool and a star made from an old glove.

A drummer boy an angel too all kinds of pretties made from coloured paper, sparkles and glue. Some were made at Nursery or school and some at home, what fun we had it was all so cool. There is an angel on the highest branch she looks like she is smiling at a glance.