When I was young, it made sense

The lights, the candles, the innocence

Misty eyed, fretting with excitement

I feel like now, I knew what it meant

 

Memories like a radiant dream

With all the colours in a warm stream

Images flicker in the fog of now

Like a scared and lost dessert cow

 

Golden sights and sounds

Chopping Brussles to a ground

Presents wrapped with a bow

While greed and gluttany rain down low

 

Happy times just the same

A golden age may it remain

For the memories are enough

As the tired and tailored scuff