This is another Christmas poem that Dad wrote and, the way that Dad felt about Christmas!
On Christmas afternoon, you know,
We like to go and see,
All our Friends and Relatives,
Around their Christmas tree.
Now most of these Dear People,
You see but once a year.
We sit and talk and laugh and joke,
But doesn't it seem queer?
These People that we know and Love,
And should see quite a lot.
We see this one day of the year,
And leave, it's all forgot.
Now Dear Friends and Relatives,
We should see more and more.
For even at the very best,
We're not long on this shore.
E.H. Coe 1972
"If Everyday Was Like Christmas"