Silver Bells and Golden Memories

Silver Bells and Golden Memories

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Years ago one Christmas Morn,
as we sat beside our Christmas Tree,
I opened up this package,
addressed especially to me.

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It was large in size,
and beautifully wrapped,
and I could hardly wait to see,
what it was inside that package,
that my first love gave to me.

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Before opening my package, I gave it a shake
and I heard this melodious sound,
and upon opening the package,
to my surprise, this is what I found.

Silver Bells laced in red,
to top our Christmas Tree.
With a music box encased inside,
playing the tune "Silver Bells", just for me.

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I was so thankful for my present,
that I began to cry,
and when I kissed him in thanksgiving,
the tears started flowing from my eyes.

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Many years would come and pass.
We married and had a family our our own.
A little boy and girl to share,
and complete our happy home.

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Each year as Christmas came around,
to the attic we would go,
first taking down our bells of silver,
to place atop our tree below.

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The four of us together, would place
the Silver Bells atop our tree,
as we listened to the tune, "Silver Bells",
as it played so joyfully.

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Then there was the eggnog and fruit cake,
along with Granny's date loaf, to share.
The many sounds and smells of Christmas,
seemed to come from everywhere.

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Many a Christmas would come and pass,
but one would prove so sad,
for it was on that Christmas, I lost my husband,
and my children had lost their dad.

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The following year,
as Christmas came around,
we took down the Silver Bells to top our tree,
but our mood, although once happy,
was now as somber as could be.

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Even though the time was swiftly passing,
and my children, now grown, and on their own;
still there was this void inside me,
as I sat silently in my lonely home.

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My tears flowed like the nearby stream;
they never seemed to cease.
Then the following year as Christmas approached,
I prayed to God for peace.

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There came to me this serenity;
a feeling I cannot describe, for now,
instead of the void I'd once felt,
I again felt whole inside.

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As Christmas approached,
I searched diligently for the Silver Bells to
top my Christmas Tree. When behold,
in the corner appeared my Silver Bells,
now so tarnished that I could barely see.

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I picked them up so proudly,
and placed them atop my Christmas Tree,
and listened as they played the song,
Silver Bells; what a lovely sound to me.

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My sadness has now turned to gladness,
as I once again decorate my tree;
now thanking God for my grown children,
who share my Christmas' with me.

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The many sounds and smells of Christmas
once again fill the air,
while awaiting for the arrival of my family and friends,
so that we can once again share....

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In the true meaning of Christmas,
the celebration of our Savior's birth,
while recollecting the many happy memories
we've made while living on this earth.

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For although my Silver Bells have tarnished,
I still have my golden memories,
of the many Christmas' we shared together,
and how much they mean to me.

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Always remember: that everything that is today,
will tomorrow no longer be........
So be happy today, for it too will be stored
amongst our golden memories.

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Author: Agatha Weeks
Copyright 2004


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