Christmas When Dad Was Young

I've heard of Christmas when Dad was young,
When a sock, not a pillow-case was hung,

Gifts for the children were cheap, but well made.
Just a new rag doll or a bucket and spade.

When a small gum served as a Christmas tree,
And chains of paper were hung with glee.

When cakes and puddings were made, not bought
And the coins in the puddings were eagerly sought.

The lemon syrup was made by his mum,
And the day consisted of family fun.

A walk to the church began the day,
With greetings to neighbours along the way.

The poultry for dinner - a mouth watering treat.
Not served every day, instead of meat.

The games were simple, but everyone played,
Blind Mans Bluff, Hide and Seek, or a clever Charade.

A little left over to spare for the poor
When they brought the lit kerosene tin to door.

The Carols and Hymns after tea were sung ....
That was Christmas when Dad was young.

Now, some are sad if home Christmas Day,
And envy their friends who've gone away.

The gifts are valued for what they cost,
And the Spirit of Christmas seems to be lost.

The table is laden with festive treat,
But with parties and rush we're too tired to eat.

And few go to church to pray,
To remember Christ on his birthday.

We forget in the selfish Christmas fuss,
This holiday time was for him not us.

So it seems to me that we'd all enjoy,
A Christmas like Dad had when he was a boy.

James Samuel Hewitt