WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME

My Granddaughter asked me

Grandma, what does Christmas mean

I told her that Christ was born

To rescue who believes

 I laughed and said, when I was young

I thought Santa was my Dad

And every Christmas season

Was the best time that I had

Daddy was a big kid

Especially when it snowed

We'd dress up in our mittens,

Snow pants, hats, and coats

Then We'd get every kid

Who lived within a mile

They'd show up ready to have fun

Daddy always wore a smile

He would get our old car hood

And He would hook it up

At the end of a big old logging chain

Behind his pickup truck

We all piled on, Daddy hit the gas

Every kid would laugh and scream

That kind of fun just can't be bought

It's the making of your sweetest dreams

She raised her little face

Precious as can be

As I told her exactly

What Christmas means to me

Mama had the cocoa waiting

To help us all get warm

The smell of pine logs burning

In our big Montana home

My Brother hung the mistletoe

Over the fireplace

Daddy's eyes would twinkle

With a big smile on his face

He would grab our Mama

Our little hearts would pound

He kissed her right on her lips

While we jumped up and down

Clapping hands and giggling

Around our Christmas tree

Jesus and making memories

That's what Christmas means to me

My little Angel just stared at me

Her big eyes round and blue

She said, Grandma... tell me again

What Christmas means to you

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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