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Christmas Morning Dream
by Charles M HarrisonAs a child I dreamed
of Christmas Morning.
Of large boxes with bows
all for me from Santa.
This I thought was joy
the toy I most wanted.
As a young man I dreamed
of Christmas Morning.
Family gathered all together
Pairs in love and I alone.
Love it seems, was not to be,
friends a plenty, no special one.
As a man of 27 I dreaded dreams
of Christmas Morning.
Always the questions, the jokes,
the sad looks, quiet whispers.
No gift no matter how heart felt
could fill the emptiness in my heart.
As a man of 28 I dreamed
of Christmas Morning.
For the love I had so long missed
finally found itÂ’s way to my heart.
God sent to me an angel of joy
and he called her name Anne.
As a husband I dream each day
is Christmas Morning.
Each day with the one I love
is a gift as precious as life.
Sent by my Savior to heal
a broken, and empty heart.
12/25/2007 Author's Note: Merry Christmas my love. Thanks for 19 wonderful years.
Posted on 12/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Charles M Harrison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/25/07 at 11:54 PM lovely. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/26/07 at 04:09 AM A beautiful dreamy reality. Was this beautiful message printed and placed under the tree for her? Priceless. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/27/07 at 03:56 PM A heart warming write and read to be sure sir! Glad you finally found that someone special. :o) |
| Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 12/30/07 at 10:43 AM I really like this one. Especially the way the dreams turn after you've found your better half. I feel much the same way. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/25/10 at 11:37 AM what a beautiful piece...he development/progression is lovely to behold...how it comes round deveolping into everyday being Chistmas in your hesrt is simply lovely and precious, kudos! U are blessed, hugs, jewels |
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