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Memories of Clair about Elsie? |
ChristmasWhen thoughts are turned toward Christmas,The happiest time of the year; A certain long ago Christmas Stands out in my mind so clear. A sparkling, joyful Christmas, When I first loved you, my dear. We sat at your father’s table, That day so long ago, You passed my the cranberries, darling, With your lovely cheeks aglow. Their color was red as the berries, For I’d whispered, “I love you so.” Many a mile I’ve traveled Since that Christmas of my youth; But I always shall remember How I dared to speak the truth To a starry-eyed little maiden. I love her yet, forsooth. Elsié Perry Barnett Return to Top |