By Monica C. Voskamp
My mama told me Christmas would come
She described in detail the sparkling city lights
The happy holiday music, diamond snowfalls of white
Mama promised, Christmas waiting,
Twenty-four nights.
My mama told me Christmas would come
She was baking festive cookies and sugar dust
The kitchen warm and cozy, memory making here
Mama promised, Christmas coming
This very year.
My mama told me Christmas would come
I saw her work her magic creating holiday cheer
The house dazzling, streaming garlands bright red
Mama promised, Christmas would be,
Just as she said.
My mama told me Christmas would come
She lit advent candles one by one each week
The shining symbols of hope, flames to mesmerize
Mama promised, Christmas was more,
Than just our eyes.
My mama told me Christmas would come
She tucked in layered blankets the twenty-forth eve
The warmth of love all cozy, sheltering from frosted cold
Mama promised Christmas was for,
Both young and old.
My mama told me Christmas would come
She watched us early morning bursting with energy
The joyous laughter, warm exchange of beautiful love
Mama promised it would always be this way
For everyone.
So this Christmas I remember her sweet promise
She wrapped us in warm year after year, day after day
Mama promised the gifts of hope, peace and love
Now she sings her song in heaven
And Christmas still comes.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
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