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 surrrenders to the night

When light retreats and fades away.

 

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

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