(poem) - The End of the Holidays

Another Christmas
Has come and gone
Presents have been opened
Wrapping discarded on the lawn

Apple cider flowed
The spice was an intense flavor
This is one Christmas
I have truly savored

I spent it with family
Old and new
Enjoying this life
Is what I learned to do.

Dreams were made
During the nights
As we all avoided
Any nightmare’s plights

Now
The melancholy aftertaste begins
As this year
Comes to an end.

What will
The next year bring?
Happiness and sadness
Love and a wedding.

Dreams will come
And fade away
To be relived
On another day

Yes, it is truly
That time of year
When it is into the future
That our gaze tries to peer

Yet it will all come
As it may
All we can do
I live for each day

For the holiday season
Is drawing to a close
And soon we will put away
All the mistletoe

The songs will vanish
And the cheer will subside
As we all snuggle into the homes
Which we reside

I for one
Will remember this holiday
For it was special to me
In every way.

I bid you farewell
With all the happiness you deserve
And that you hand every one
Of life’s mean ass curves

Happy New Year to you all
Every single one
May your best dreams come true
And may your happiness be won.

--Dan

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