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I'm decorating the Christmas tree
and hanging all the lights
all the while remembering my
childhood Christmas nights.

It seems just a blink
my days at your knee.
You are the best, most beautiful mom,
my sisters all agree.

Although you made it stretch,
I know the money was tight,
But we always had a tree and presents
each wonderful Christmas night.

My sisters and I laughed
while you made the turkey dance and fly
You made the season joyful
while Dad smiled quietly by.

You lit the house with candles
on each Christmas eve.
We opened our pajamas
and wondered what Santa would leave.

Christmas day, like all others,
you filled the house with song.
I think your voice is the one thing
I have missed so long.

You sang the song
about the boy that Santa Claus forgot;
he didn't get any toys,
and then I'd cry a lot.

Thank you Mom
for all the holidays that you did without
to make it special in our house;
done with love, no doubt.

Although we're far apart this season
with you resides my heart.
My dearest little Irish mom
who loves tea and apple tarts.