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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