By Bill Young III

 Christmas Memories

Another Christmas has come and gone, but oh the memories to look back on. The kids and their toys and all the gifts too, and heavens who can forget all the food. All the family In each ones "Rare" form, but the love that is shared can never be torn. It makes me think back to the days when I was little when I would wake to find presents and definitely wouldn't piddle. I would tear into them like a bat out of umm Heaven, my brother would try to steal them but I wouldn't let em. Then on to get dressed there was much more to do, for I knew that my grandparents had gifts for me too. And then the food, ahhh the food. There was enough to feed an army and then some too. We would eat and eat till we couldn't breath anymore, but wait a minute we have to eat again at 4. Off to the next set of grandparents we'd go, with our bellies all full and our hearts all aglow. And there to find another big feast, enough to fill the biggest of beast. We would eat AGAIN and try to save space for some pecan pie or a small piece of cake. Then stuffed to the max my stomach needs healing, I see the presents that are stacked to the ceiling. I always looked forward to coming here cause I'd get enough clothes to last me a year. Then on to our house with a truck load of gifts, way way more than I want to lift. Its time to go to bed and dream about today, and hope that those times never go away. But now we're grown and moved away from home, and all of us have a family of our own. Some of our grandparents have gone to be with the Lord and there we know they will never get bored. The memories we have will never go away, and each year comes new memories we make. Of our moms and dads and grandparents too, may our memories be glad and never be blue.

Bill Young III