just thoughts
Until Next Year
Removing the decorations from the tree;
Placing them back in their protective sack.
Rehearsing the stories of each ornament;
Who gave us this, and the tale behind that.
Warm fires of fond memories stokes our hearts;
Packed away until the magical month of December.
Returning our living room as Christmas recedes;
Until next year, we can only reminisce and remember.
I never liked the day of return when I was a child;
It meant that the magic of Christmas was gone.
Learning to appreciate the changes of seasons;
For without each night, it is impossible for the dawn.
The moment slips away if our hands try to grasp;
Release and enjoy the ride on the river of time.
Fresh and new, fully alive with power; I now flow;
In the distance is our next year's Christmas chime.
28Dec09
