Today's poem was written when our oldest grandson, Rich
was in the second grade. I was his Sunday School teacher
and I made cookbooks of the class' favorite recipes, to give
to their mom's for Christmas. I put this poem in the front of
the book. The picture was taken Christmas Day, when our
youngest grandson Jeremy, was about 4. Notice the fire truck
and hat on the left, we got that for him for Christmas.
Christmas day, Rich, Russ (the middle grandson) and Jeremy
were out in the front yard playing, when I went to check on
them, Jeremy was missing, the older boys thought he had come
back into the house. I took off up the street at a pretty good clip,
turned the corner and there was Jeremy, peddling way. I yelled,
"Jeremy where are you going?" He answered, "To a fire.!"
I'm sure you all have such Christmas stories? So, come with
me down memory lane and remember what it was like to be
a child on Christmas!
THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
As Christmastime is nearing
It would be worthwhile,
To look at the season
Through the eyes of a child.
Remember the time...
You wanted a tree flocked with snow,
You shopped for your parents,
For a gift that was just so.
The days moved so slowly,
You counted each one...
Dreaming that Christmas Day
Would be so much fun.
On a new bike...
You would whiz down the street,
Looking for neighbor kids,
You hoped to meet.
The skates, the scooters,
Dolls, cars and games,
All the stuffed toys,
You gave them all names.
You ate too much candy
And came dinner-call,
You were not hungry,
So you tried to stall.
You were much too busy
Playing with every new thing.
Dear parents.... remember this Christmas
Be patient... with your offspring!
Freda Fullerton
December 17, 2011
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