On a cold and misty morning,
As I gazed upon the tree,
Memories of Christmas past
Came flooding back to me ...

Childhood days of peace and joy
As Carolers sang their songs,
Knowing that, with happy hearts,
A new day soon would dawn!

And, with each passing hour,
Soon the Christmas bell would toll.
We'd gather round the Christmas tree
And listen, young and old,
As Dad would tell the story
Of our Savior's birth foretold ...

Born in a lowly manger,
Dressed in swaddling clothes.
Shepherds came from far away,
The Lord to see, they rode.

Traveling by stars at night,
Angelic hosts proclaimed
Hosanna to the king of kings.
We praise His holy name.

Of peace on earth ~ good will to man,
Lord, help us to renew.
The peace that we are looking for,
We'll only find in You.

I smile as I remember
Dad kneeling down to pray.
Lord, bless each and every one
that's kneeling here, today.

May the peace and joy of Christmas
be theirs the whole year through.
May they be a blessing as they are blessed.
May they be a light for You.

Now, Christmas time is drawing near
and all I ask of thee
Is 'help me spread some Christmas cheer
And maybe plant a seed'.

© 2003 Marie Williams
sonshine1us@yahoo.com