Thoughts Of Christmas Past

The Christmas wreath of red and gold, Placed upon your resting place, Your loving hand I need to hold, To look upon your smiling face. This is a time i miss you most, When all around this season brings, Memories of a finer past, At Christmas time when we would sing. Where are those days of christmas cheer, Scattered like the Autumn leaves? Christmas was a special time, A time of love to spend with thee. The day will finally arrive, Presents opened up with glee, But gentle tears will fill my eyes, For you're no longer here with me. Jayne Louise Davies