Another Christmas has come and gone,
Celebrations are over too.
This old year will soon be ended,
As we face one all brand new.
Then I reflect on the placing
of the Christmas tree we chose.
Of the festive decorations
from the bulbs to mistletoe.
I remember the children gathering
around the Christmas tree so bright.
I can hear them joyously singing,
'Jingle Bells and Silent Night.'
Oh, such delightful laughter
as they opened gifts that day.
I smiled, pondering the old story
of Baby Jesus sleeping on the hay.
But that was then, and here we are,
taking it down to put away
all the Christmas decorations
which brought such joy on that day.
We have a place to store it all,
as the memories of yesterday.
Then I spot a piece of tinsel,
which made me relive it all today.
© Loyd C Taylor, Sr., January 2014
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