Christmas Eve again has come to find us gathered near, to share our joy and happiness with those we hold most dear.
The Christmas tree is brightly lit, the house emits a glow, It seems to say, "Recall with me the memories which we know.
"Remember back through all the past since first we gathered here, Recall again those golden hours...some lost...some ever near.
"Remember how the children grew, how each year seemed the best, Remember friends and loved ones gone; now in His arms they rest".
The picture changes; Ah but slight, down through these passing years, As comfort found with each new love alleviates our tears.
And so as once again we start to celebrate His day, Let gladness ring from every heart; so this old house will say,
"I've loved them all, yes every year, each celebration gay, The turkey and the presents and the toys with which were played.
"The holly and the candles bright, the children's eyes so awed, The old folks and the young ones, each content with all they saw."
Yes, each year's given something; each has left it's memory jewel, To tuck away as precious gems, to look at when we choose.
So if I could have but one of these to keep through out all time, I'd hardly hesitate at all, I'd ask for '99'.