Country Christmas !

 
 
 
MY  MIND  BEGINS  TO  WANDER
TO  THEM  DAYS  OF  LONG  AGO,
I'D  HEAR  THE  BELLS  ON  JUNGLE-SLEIGHS
AND  FEEL  THE  COLD  WET  SNOW.
 
 
MY  PONY'D  START  TO  WHINNY
WITH  BREATH  THAT  I  COULD  SEE,
AS  WE  RODE  UP  IN  THE  MOUNTAINS
TO  FETCH  A  CHRISTMAS  TREE.
 
 
OUR  FINGERS  WERE  KEPT  BUSY
STRINGIN'  BERRIES  FOR  THAT  TREE,
POPCORN,  STARS,  N'  CANDLES. . .
IT  WAS  QUITE  A  SIGHT  TO  SEE.
 
 
I  REMEMBER  OUR  LOG  CABIN
THAT  SET  DOWN  BY  THE  LAKE,
AND  THINK  OF  SACRIFICES
MY  FOLKS  SURE  HAD  TO  MAKE.
 
 
I  THINK  ABOUT  MY  MOTHER
PREPARIN'  SPECIAL  TREATS,
AN  'HANGIN'  UP  OUR  STOCKIN'S
SHE  TOOK  RIGHT  OFF  OUR  FEET.
 
 
AN'  DEAR  OL'  DAD  A  WORKIN'
TO  BUILD  THAT  FAVORITE  TOY,
FULFILLIN'  ALL  THE  FANCY  DREAMS
OF  EACH  CHILD,  GIRL  OR  BOY.
 
 
I  SMELL  THE  GOOSE  MOM  COOKED  US
AN'  TASTE  THE  PUMPKIN'  PIE,
THE  TURNIP  GREENS  AN'  TATERS
PILED  ALMOST  TO  THE  SKY.
 
 
I  HEAR  THE  CHRISTMAS  BLESSIN'
HEADS  BOWED  BEFORE  THE  MEAL,
HOPIN'  ALL  OUR  GUESTS  AGREED
'BOUT  HOW  IT  MADE  US  FEEL.
 
 
'CAUSE  WE  WERE  TAUGHT  THE  REASON
WHY  WE  CELEBRATE
THE  CHRIST  CHILD  BEIN'  BORN  THAT  DAY,
IT  WEREN'T  JUST  CHANCE  NOR  FATE.
 
 
AN'  WHEN  I  HOLD  MY  CHILDREN,
THROUGH  CHRISTMAS  AIN'T  THE  SAME,
I'LL  TEACH  'EM  'BOUT  THAT  HOLY  DAY
AN'  TO  REVERE  HIS  NAME. . .
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                             LOVE   YA,    ~Barbara