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WHATEVER
HAPPENED
TO
CHRISTMAS
PAST?
Whatever
happened
to
Christmas-past,
those
days
of
seasonal
joy,
when
we
cut
a
pine
from
the
forest
and
received
a
handmade
toy?
Whatever
happened
to
the
simple
things
that
made
kids
happy
as
elves,
and
all
the
folks
in
the
neighborhood
who
freely
gave
of
themselves?
Whatever
happened
to
the
country
church
that
never
wore
a
steeple,
but
all
it
needed
to
dress
it
up
was
a
room
filled
up
with
people?
No
matter
where
I
go
these
days,
be
it
grocery
store
or
mall,
it
seems
that
shoppers
are
too
consumed
to
offer
a
"how
you
all?"
Now,
I'm
not
knocking
this
modern
time
with
its
push
and
shove
and
hurry,
but
the
absence
of
the
simple
joys
sometimes
causes
me
to
worry.
For
it
seemed
back
then
each
Christmas
day
was
filled
with
joys
a-plenty,
despite
the
fact
that
gifts
were
scarce,
and
money,
well,
there
wasn't
any.
Sometimes
I
wish
I
could
go
back
to
the
Yules
of
yesterday
and
feel
the
Christmas
spirit
in
the
good
old-fashioned
way.
Copyright
©
1998
Ruth
Gillis
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