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 is bundled

In their jackets, walking,

House to house, they go caroling,

Singing out for Christmas.

Warm and cozy are they who

Is 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