Christmas Now and Then

I remember Christmas on the farm
The laughter and the fun.
In the old brick house my grandpa built
All done up bright and warm.
And the love that beat in all our hearts
And broadened all our smiles.
If I could I would go back again
And visit for a while.

But Christmas now in our fine home
Is just as good as then
And I’ll remember Christmas now
As well as way back when.

Our Mom made the best food anywhere
And Dad did all the chores.
And if God could answer this one prayer
I’d be with them once more.
The card games that went on and on
The stories without end,
The presents underneath the tree
And skating with my friends.

But Christmas now in our fine home
Is just as good as then
And I’ll remember Christmas now
As well as way back when.

  • Jim Hagarty 2015

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.