January 13, 2016


The holidays are over,
lights packed away
for another year.
Our abandoned tree
lies somewhere near,
tinsel trembling
in the wind and cold.
All of a sudden
we've become old,
so much less festive
than just a few days ago,
worrying about bills 
coming due.
A somber silence
now follows grace,
while we think
of the child
asleep in his place.