Quiet and calm

After all has been seen

Gifts unwrapped

Little bits of love

Exchanged

In carefully wrapped

Packages.

All is calm

And bright.

Children sleeping

The longest day

In threehundredandsixtyfour

Now behind them.

The lights still

Twinkle

But nostalgically now

As if they know

They’re now a part

Of memory keeping

And not anticipation.

The music plays

Quietly

Fading as the evening

Draws to a close.

And when the light

Rises

We will welcome

December 26th.