Lost Christmas

Twinkling lights that gleam so bright, with bulbs swaying from a kitten playing. Packages wrapped with gold and red bows, stories untold from tiny wishes. Giggling and laughter with sounds of joy, Stockings with goodies waiting for tummies. A fire roaring with songs being sung, hot coco and mushrooms melting. While popcorn and berries are hung on a tree, light snow falling while one man waits, for his coal eyes and carrot nose. Handmade gifts now a thing of the past, Now Santa has been labeled FedEx, Sitting at home pushing buttons alone. Lost is a neighbor borrowing in need, No more face to face only text. Too busy to look up from a phone. Time lost never to be regained, a self like picture with an unknown expression. a voice without a face to see, Santa is now lost in a fake tree. Come back, come back Christmas Eve, to the true meaning of Christmas, When the heart was filled with joy, and a toy was just a toy.