• There is laughter all around me,
    Some are singing because we have no school,
    Some laughing as they eat snow falling from the sky,
    Many others talking about the gifts that they want.
    I look up at the sky and dance.
    Christmas, Christmas, Christmas they all sing.

    I close my eyes and let the memories take me away.
    Suddenly I’m a little kid on the floor at my grandma’s house.
    Waiting for Santa Clause to come.
    I here a scuffing of boots on the floor.
    Maybe I’m dreaming but maybe I’m not.
    All I know is there are presents under the tree.

    Then I’m swept away,
    A child opening presents with her sisters,
    It’s Christmas day.
    The snow is thick,
    The neighbor has brought us fudge and I am playing with my new toys.

    The memory changes and I am outside putting money in the Salvation Army Collection Tin.
    Just a small girl,
    Bundled under thick layers of clothing as I tread through the snow,
    Running and laughing,
    Throwing snowballs at my older sister.

    Again the scene changes.
    I’m still so young,
    Dances to Christmas music in my grandma’s living room.
    Helping decorate her tree,
    And even if we’re doing a bad job,
    They still love it all the same.

    More memories overwhelm me.
    Playing outside my old house.
    Decorating the tree at my new one.

    So this is what Christmas is about.
    Not the gifts,
    Not the snow.
    Not the days away from school.

    It’s about love.
    About taking time to care about those around you even more,
    And taking a look back at your past.

    I open my eyes and nothing has changed.
    Snow is still falling,
    Teens still laughing.
    I can’t wait to get to my house,
    And decorate the tree,
    Bringing out old photos,
    And waiting for Christmas Day,
    In the company of Christmas Memories.