A SMALL TOWN CHRISTMAS

As it was when I was young living in a small town,

Neighbors who mostly knew one another, a good

Morning.

Downtown an enormous tree decorated for all to see,

It’s getting cold and windy, snow is beginning to fall.

Street lights are swaying, there is music playing in a store,

Shoppers going here and there, friendly with a smile.

A group of children are bundled in their jackets, walking,

House to house, they go caroling, singing out for Christmas.

Warm and cozy are they who are in their homes this night,

Enjoying a fire together as they read stories to the children.

It’s getting late so off to bed they go, waiting for Santa Claus,

Much snow outside as in the morning a snowman awaits,

A small-town Christmas, there is nothing that compares.

Keith Garrett