Flower Of Christmas Day
Was January and the year must start.
The Christmas passed had warmed the heart,
But the flowers had gone before the ice and snow
Had set the scene with it's winter glow.
It seems so sad that it happens this way
That there would be no flowers on Christmas Day.
But as one looks back on the day of Christ,
As the children play and the children smile,
There's no flower can take their place
With all that happiness in their face.
As they run and play all day until night,
They show no fear of the snow and ice.
So let's count our blessings since we have seen
The purest flower of all our dreams.
A healthy child that runs and plays
Helps brighten our lives in many ways.
That the prettiest flower that blooms in May
Can't compete with this flower of Christmas Day.
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Mother's Cakes and Pies
Of all the things that mother baked
There was nothing better than her pies and cakes.
When evening came and shadows fall,
We lit the lamp, then one and all
We'd gather around, each takes a plate
She'd give each child some pie or cake.
Then time would come to go to bed,
She would check each child,
Their hands, their heads,
Til she was sure each child was clean
Then it was off to bed to sleep and dream.
There in the dark with the lights all out,
And your sleepless mind seems to jump about,
What would come right back before your eyes,
Was mother's love with her cake and pies.
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A Dream
What is a dream, except a mind on the loose.
You can chase a wild horse, or trap a wild goose.
You can fall from a house or in a gorge of a canyon so deep,
While you're laying in bed at home fast asleep.
You can take a long walk for miles and miles.
You may never get tired or shed tears when you cry.
Or climb up a hill that's long and steep.
You can do all this in your bed while you sleep.
So what is a dream, except a way for the mind to release.
The things that you say, the things that you see.
Or things that you do when you play at it's peek
Come back as a dream in the bed as you sleep.
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