My Christmases have vanished, gone
Scattered through the shards of time
Boyhood dreams all turned to dust
And pleasures turned to rust.
Yet memories skate through my mind
Surprises of the Christmas morn
Laughter’s echoes, delights that were
All now faded and hopes a blur.
All the children now are men
And have their own lives to live
And in their eyes just pity now
For wrinkles on my ancient brow.
Christmas? Never more for me,
No little voices, no tiny hands
No early rise, in bed I lay
Christmas now is just a day.
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