Christmas Memories

Christ-mas mem-or-ies of years gone by,
Bring back mem-or-ies that make me cry.
Flash-ing lights on a Christ-mas tree,
Takes me back to how it use to be.
Mem-or-ies come a-live in things I see,
When I look at the Christ-mas trees.

The rea-son I cry is I miss my dad,
But his mem-or-ies don't make me sad.

I re-member dad work-ing day and night,
And he got us by when mon-ey was tight.
Dad-dy did with-out to buy us kids things,
That's mem-or-ies that Christ-mas brings.
Fa-ther did what it took to make us smile,
And he said we made his life worth-while.

Ev-ery Christ-mas-es since he's been gone,
In all of my mem-ories my dad-dy lives on.

Christ-mas mem-or-ies of years gone by,
Bring back mem-or-ies that make me cry.
Flash-ing lights on a Christ-mas tree,
Takes me back to how it use to be.
Mem-or-ies come a-live in things I see,
When I look at the Christ-mas trees.

The rea-son I cry is I miss my dad,
But his mem-ory don't make me sad.
When I re-call him I nev-er get sad.
The rea-son I cry is I miss my dad.

Copyright 2000 By: Glenn Smith
(All rights reserved)