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GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST

 

                             GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST

 

                        Oh, how I wish that I could see
                        Christmas as it used to be
                        The smell of baking in the air
                        Sounds of laughter everywhere
                          
                        Children sledding on new-fallen snow
                        Not standing on street corners with nowhere to go
                        Mothers had time to watch their children at play
                        Now all they hear is "please, go away!"

                       

                        What a pleasure it was to shop downtown
                        Arms full of presents, joy all around
                        Now there is hardly a store left to see
                        What happened to those days that used to be?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in the 1960?s when kids started hanging out on the streets and mothers had to go to work because fathers could no longer make enough to support their families.  Because of the kids hanging around in front of the stores, businesses failed for lack of customers who were afraid to go where gangs of kids were.  I had misplaced it, but came across it again in August of 1998.  

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6 August 2013 - 2:57pm — sweetwater
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Sadly even more relevant

Sadly even more relevant today, but none the less a lovely poem.