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Christmas 1988 by sister Betty
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By My Family I woke up this Christmas morning and everything was wrong
There was no tree or turkey and Santa had not come
No stockings by the chimney; all the hooks were bare
No sound of happy children could be heard anywhere
I made a pot of coffee and crawled back into bed
I could not stand the silence so I covered up my head
Then I heard a noise and thought my brew was done
As I got up to get a cup I heard the sound again
But it was not my coffee pot; it was quite a different one
There seemed to be a quiet laugh and then there was another
I thought I heard some giggles and whispers in the house
I smelled the pine and turkey and someone calling mother
I saw them each and every one as they were when they were small
Playing 'round the Christmas tree with book and doll and truck and bike
I saw them, each and every one, my Pam 'n' Silv' and Angel, my John 'n' Jim 'n' Mike
And even thought they're all grown now and my little ones are gone
They came to me this Christmas day to let me know that in my heart
They will never go away.
