Christmas past

Each Christmas i remember the ones long ago, 
i see our mantelpiece full with stockings in a row.
Each Christmas finds me dreaming of days that used to be,
when we hid our presents here and there for all the family.
Each Christmas i remember the fragrence in the air,
of roasting turkey, mince pies and cookies everywhere.
Each Christmas finds me longing for my Uncle,

 but forever he will be in the air.

R.I.P Terry Barnes.

7/12/1971  -  19/11/1994