Candy cane walls melt beneath the summer sun.
Gingerbread men stand in a stale salute.
Days of laughter have slowly come and gone.
With out batteries the fireman's truck is mute.
Stocking that were hung with care are forgotten.
Wrapping paper yellows and crinkles with age.
No one really counts on how long it has been.
In the novel of life, this holiday is just another page.
Glittering strings on the evergreen tree don't shine
In the darkness no light reflects their duty
Glass ornaments cracks under pressure one at a time.
Dust coated pine needles create a desperate floor of beauty.
No more Christmas in a broken home, no longer cheer.
In September still no sign of hope and forgiveness.
This loving season will not come in December this year.
Once again there will be no one to clean up the mess.
The locks have been locked, lonely is the teddy bear.
Milk sours in a tall glass beside a plate of cookie crumbs,
The baby doll on the rocking chair has a cold stare.
The wrapped guitar will never have its cords strummed.
Feeling like a photograph, unwanted and forgotten.
There was joy once upon a time, I wish I could remember when.