Goodbye Christmas Tree
We finally took our Christmas tree down; it was time but I might add
Every year taking the tree down makes me a little sad.
The ornaments and lights are stored and all that’s left is the tree
Soon everything about Christmas is just a memory.
Oh their good memories, don’t get me wrong, I just wish they had extended
Because taking down the tree means Christmas has finally ended.
Now this Christmas joins all Christmases past and with other memories is combined
And the only way to visit them is in the corners of our mind.
They join memories of Deborah’s mom and dad, memories we adore
They join Whitman our old golden, whose essence still waits by the door.
They join memories of our children and grandchildren and all memories new and old
I’m always amazed at the amount of memories this old house can hold.
Taking down the Christmas tree reminds me of how we live only in the present
And that life is so ephemeral, so sudden, so evanescent.
It reminds me to cherish each moment while that memory’s being made
For soon that moment’s over and even memories can fade.
Sometimes I wish those happy moments would last eternally
But then I realize if that were true we’d make no new memories.
No, Life is meant to keep moving, that’s the way it has been cast
And it’s up to us to move with it and not linger in the past.
But that won’t stop me from enjoying this most recent memory
Or always being a little sad when we take down our Christmas tree.
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