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No matter where I may roam,
I want you to know, I'm a'comin home for Christmas.
For when I see that snow a'fallin,
I hear that so familiar voice a'callin me home.

Home to the place where I was born-n-reared,
where yesterdays memories ring loud-n-clear in my mind.

To the place where Christmas Church Bells rang,
topped only by the voices as mom-n-dad sang in days gone by.

Christmas' memories ring loud-n-clear,
oh how I love this time of year to spend with my family.

It seems that only yesteryear I was merely a child at play,
and today I have a family of my own.

Who long to share in my childhood dreams,
and even though sight unseen,
yearn to learn 'bout grandparents they never knew.

So each year as Christmas rolls 'round,
we'd pack our bags and head for my little home town in the woods.

Many-a-mile we'd drive each day,
and I still recall the games we'd play along the the way.

Christmas' memories ring loud-n-clear,
oh how I love this time of year to spend with my family.

Upon landing, although still standing,
the old homestead was fade-n fast.

So onto the meadow we did go,
and because the hillside was blanketed with snow we went sleigh ride-n.

We watched the sun as it cast its rays,
'cross the pond where I'd fished many-a-day as a child.

We heard the sounds of Christmas Carols sung,
by family-n-friends as the church bells rung on Christmas Day.

Christmas' memories ring loud-n-clear.
Oh how I love this time of year to spend with my family.

How unselfish my family must be,
to share my Christmas mem-o-ries in my little home town.

But then one day I overheard them say,
that even after my dying day they shall return.

To tell family stories, to share in their dreams,
and even though site unseen, learn 'bout grandparents they never knew.

As we'd sleigh in the meadow, Christmas Carols we'd all sing,
as the church bells would ring in the distance.
Christmas' memories ring loud-n-clear.
Oh how I love this time of year to spend with my family.

Thanks Dad for the memories. . .

Author: Agatha Weeks
Copyright © 2007



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