The Day After Christmas

Christmas is over and I'm all alone. The house is now quiet and I lie prone, Remembering the merriment, the gladness and cheer, And the wonderful feeling of having them here. The Christmas tree twinkles by the window so bright. In this quiet room it's the only light. There it will stand until New Year's Day, When I take it all down and put it away. Then I'll clean the house from one end to the other, Remembering with love each sister and brother. I'll think on the past, of the joy and the fun, Of raising my children, my daughters and sons. The pain of not having them close by my side, And how their success has brought me much pride. Then I'll make some tea and sit down with my cat, Then the dog at my side I'll get coat and hat. I'll go for a walk in the crisp winter air, And rejoice as the frost covers lashes and hair. My life is a good one all things considered. No need to feel lonely, abandoned, embittered; For I have my life and they have theirs. They write, visit, phone, that proves they still care. I still have a job and my home keeps me busy. No need to feel useless like some old tin Lizzy. I'm not ready for the junk heap yet. Not old, just experienced, I'm hip, you bet. Can't wait now for Easter, they'll phone and come by, And I'll hold each one close and give a glad sigh.