Snowball fights…

Fire glow…

Christmas lights…

Fallen snow…

Nestled beneath the Christmas tree…

Laughing with family and friends…

Presents wrapped for all to see…

A day to never end…

Making your list and checking it twice…

Stockings hung high on the chimney with grace…

Hoping that Santa will see you as nice…

A glint in your eyes; a smile on your face…

The wonders of season…

The rainbow of light…

No questioning reason…

On a starlit, snowy night…

Nana's baked cookies, and Mom's apple pie…

Warm, fresh-made cider…

Smells of fresh pork roast kissing the sky…

Sledding out late, till your mom calls you inside…

Leaving fresh milk and cookies…

For Santa's Big Ride…

Hearts going lighter…

Bursting with pride…

All this is gone now…

For now I am grown…

I now know the hardships…

In a world made of stone…

Money, and power is all the remains…

A season of love slowly sinks down the drain…

I look at the world, and I can't help but ask why…

Why did this happen…

Why can't we see through our child's eyes?

Bring back the good times, the cookies, and milk…

Bring back the lights, and the ribbons of silk…

Bring back our soldiers, our deceased, and our gone…

Bring back the goodness, so Christmas will live on…

Through the eyes of a child, I can see the faint hope…

Through the eyes of the innocent…

I cannot just sit and cope…

We must find a way to get back on track…

Climb out from the darkness, and never look back…

'Tis the season of giving, and holding truth near…

The season of laughter, warm wishes, and cheer…

I've made some mistakes, but now I see through…

I've chosen my path of hope…

Now, when will you too?

For my dearest love; who is the greatest gift I could ever receive. And to all of you, who pine for the same as myself. Here is to a time past, and a hopeful future.

Inspired by Faith Hill's: 'Where are you, Christmas?'

"…Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you? Why have you gone away? Where is the laughter You used to bring me?Why can't I hear music play? My world is changingI'm rearrangingDoes that mean Christmas changes too…?"Faith Hill