The guests now gone,
the home as quiet as can be,
I sit in my living room,
just me and my little Christmas tree.
I think of the years,
Christmas’ from the past,
cherish these special moments,
want the good memories to last.
The winter will progress,
the cold sure to give a chill,
I will look forward to next year,
where I can make fond memories still
James W. Spain
