Golly! Some of you may not understand a few phrases here...you youngsters. My family didn't have much money...didn't matter. We cut our own Christmas tree and made the stand out of two pieces of wood, crossed, then a single nail up the butt. Of the tree. I don't recall that presents were that important at all, just family and friends and the magic that surrounded The Season. I remember Christmas as a kid Laughing at the fun stuff that we did Loved the smell of balsam in the air Wandering through the evergreens out there Dragging home the best tree in the woods Hammering the cross stand on real good Colored paper glued in endless rings Joining in the family Christmas sing We sang of wishing Christmas white Songs of kings and silent nights And we decked the halls with all things good and bright Hovering round the wood stove big and black There was not a good thing that we lacked If I had one wish it would be clear Christmas as a kid would last all year I remember friends from far away Honoring that grand and glorious day Some we only saw just once a year Maybe that is why they seemed so dear There was lots of magic in the air In the olden days when I had hair And the greatest gift that I can give Is to show my grandkids how I lived