All my childhood I had a special Grandmother,
She had a knack of making me happy like no other.
I will always remember precious moments in her lap.
Before I knew it I would take a restful nap.
I would fall asleep at the sound of her voice so low,
While she told me of her life ever so long ago.
But I liked it most of all during the Yule time,
When the tree made the whole house smell like pine.
Gram would relate the entire Christmas story,
From the Saviors birth to his ultimate glory.
Every year it was the tradition the children would go,
To Grandma's house through the new fallen snow.
Those years have passed and our sweet Gram is gone,
Now it is time to see that the story telling goes on.
All the children must learn about our beloved Jesus.
At the end we will say, Have a very Merry Christmas !
© Carol G Oliver
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