Good Old Days

I still smell the chicken you used to cook A special recipe from your handwritten book During this merry-making time of the year You are the first one to bring us near. I still hear the song you used to sing In the corners of the room it's echoing Like those cold mornings you wake us up To drink hot chocolate in half-filled cups. I still see you dancing by the Christmas tree Wearing your warm smile, sweet as it can be I thought the happy moments would last But time is fleeting, it moves too fast. This is the first holiday you are not here It will never be the same starting this year Not a fireworks display can make us feel The good old days this pandemic steal.