I Remember Christmas
By Bryan Strain
I remember Christmas when I was just a boy.
I remember putting plates of goodies on porches in secret ploys.
I remember searching high and low when Mom and Dad weren’t home.
I remember making sure our family and friends were never left alone.
I remember Mommy teaching me to make the candy I so loved.
I remember Christmas lessons of Heavenly Father and Son above.
I remember the hard Christmas when a fire took our house.
I remember the spirit deep from friends that fire could not douse.
I remember the powerful music I sang and heard inside my soul.
I remember that giving not getting is the most important goal.
I remember the book my mother made with stories meant to teach.
I remember the heroes and heroines who show us just how far we can reach.
I remember the traditions my Mom and Dad taught me, and the reasons why they are.
I remember to teach them to my kids so they will continue them far.
I remember the Man of perfect soul who gave everything for me.
I remember what he taught us all, and who he wants me to be.