It was cold
And so was she
Christmas past
A memory
When sons and daughters
Jumped for joy
At the perfect
Christmas toy
When Daddy stayed up
Late at night
To fix it all
And make it right
Again, she strung
The lights alone
So many years
They've all been gone
Daughter's grown
But still in town
Son's too far to
Come around
And Daddy died
One New Year's Eve
Just like yesteryear
It seems
Ages pass
In vision streams
A mother goes on
With her dreams
Of children that would
Warm her home
With laughter, love
Or even phone
Yes, it was cold
And so was she
Christmas past
A memory.
Silver trophy winner
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