Christmas is a time for younger folk to look forward to what the future may hold - and for older folk to 

look back and remember.  Now that I fall into the latter category, I make no apology for this revised post.

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How fitting now in deep December,

When days are short and spirits low,

That in our hearts we will remember

Those we knew who had to go.

 

Christmas hours are briefly bright...

Their spark is spent in winter's pay

And soon surrenders to the night,

When light, like love, goes on its way.

 

But O how wonderful this living!

How magical this life we own,

That we are given to go on giving

When time takes those that we have known.