Santa’s Parade – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal’s streets, when winter came around,

We’d gather together, bundled and bound,

To watch the Santa Clause Parade in full swing,

And see the magic that it would bring.

The floats would glide by, all bright and gay,

And we’d wave and cheer, in our own special way,

As the marching bands played, and the reindeer pranced,

And the jolly old elf himself, in his sled, advanced.

Oh, how we looked forward to that special day,

When the city came alive, in a wonderful way,

And we’d forget our worries, and our cares,

And embrace the joy, that filled the air.

Now, many years have come and gone,

And I’ve moved on, to a place far from home,

But the memories linger, like a sweet perfume,

Of those cold, crisp days, beneath the grey Montreal moon.

So, here’s to you, dear Santa Clause Parade,

For the joy and wonder, that you once made,

And though I may never see you again,

In my heart, you’ll always remain.