Now Christmas is over for another year
Gone is the day when it was tomorrow
It is now a fresh memory of yesterday
In some ways a feeling of sweet relief
Yet I will be missing the excitement of it all
The pleasure of finding just the right gift
Seeing special faces light up with joy
The hellos and goodbyes of the season
Now come are the days of rethinking
Taking stock of the life we are leading
Measuring our worth in a spiritual way
And weeding the gardens of our life
But somewhere inside is a small ache
Wishing for Christmas Eve once again
Wanting to hold the spirit of those days
And the commonality of our fellow man
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