I look through a window and see kids Christmas Eve
With Santa playing a part in what they believe
I can see stockings hung with names printed on them
And several childish faces with smiles upon them.
And a household with some homemade decorations
And a real Christmas tree with ornamentations;
Some the Dad's favorites that he purchased himself,
Some traditional ones taken down off the shelf,
The night is starry, but very dark and cold
While inside, cozy, as the Mom stands at the stove.

With anticipation, the children's faces glow
They'll soon go to Gramma's through the sparkling white snow,
Where all the cousins will be with uncles and aunts,
And gifts will be opened; new toys, shirts, sweaters, pants.
Dinner will be served 'round the dining room table
Prepared by Gramma and all hands that are able
Grampa will rise from his favorite living room chair,
Wearing an expression that says he's glad they're there.
He stokes the fire and adds another log to it,
Gramma says, "Come to dinner," and they all do it.

The meal has all the old country's best dishes,
And kids are all thinking of best Christmas wishes,
For all the presents they are about to open,
Gifts under the tree; with wrappings to be broken.
But then as I peer back through this window of time,
I recognize these children are siblings of mine.
Grandparents, even parents are gone with the years,
Now part of the past my memory sees and hears.
I enjoy viewing them and I cherish them still
I can summon them through the same window at will.