Memories of Christmas

I still walk through photo albums of when I was ten years old

'Til I'm transported back to your house when it was cold

I still see the silver fir and the spectrum of it's light

As we play in the back room I can smell our dinner tonight

We kept adding chairs and hoping we wouldn't run out of room

Filling up our paper china no way we'd run out of food

I can still relive the joy of all being under one roof

The laughter flowed like river water and we wished it back soon

Of all the things I loved the most the carols gifts hot chocolate toasts

Of all the things under the tree none more prized than family

I'm glad I didn't take tonight for granted