The Eyes Of Memories Past
By DEREK BECHER Ever since the first time I heard my father’s cherished Christmas carols echoing softly throughout the cozy, softly glowing rooms of our small country home, when I was just a young child, something stirred inside, shivering my soul, that seemed to mean peace, and joy. I couldn’t quite explain it, but it didn’t matter, for it seemed so right and wonderful.And now, listening to those same lovely harmonies in the comfort of my own home, I’m taken back to a fond childhood Christmas memory. I’m there, sitting in wonder, listening to those familiar sounds of Christmas, watching the smile, still on his face, as his happy but watery eyes look beyond the sparkling tinsel out into the…Continue Reading