🌟

I

Smile 

In dreams  

Of Christmas past.

That rosy glow we thought

would last. A sprinkle of wonder

In wide-eyed bliss. Mistletoe hanging 

For a virgin kiss. We believed in magic for

A little while. Such sights & sounds sent to

 beguile. If only we'd kept it in a little box, to

 open 

when

Age

Tick  tock

Tick tocks