Christmas Memory Poem by Michael Cochrane

Remember Christmas past, precious moments in our hearts.Christmas eve sitting at the coal fire, listening to the wind coming down the chimney, mother tells us a story about a star of old and three wisemen.I wipe the frosty window, and watch the falling snow.Mother says it's time to sleep, we dream of toys and Santa Claus. Waking we find presents tied lovingly by the tree, memory of childhood recalled. Merry Christmas.
Michael Cochrane ©