Fairy lights, like long black snakes,
Go slowly into their cases.
As our minds are wiped of Santa and reindeer,
We ask, “Was Christmas really here? ”

“I barely noticed the time fly by”, we say,
As we throw a wilting cypress branch to the garden pile.
We finish the last crumbs of Christmas cake,
While wishing we had more time to merry-make.

But… these are only indications of Christmas,
The true meaning of loving and
caring, of giving and sharing…
Will remain steadfastly clear…
If we cherish the true Christmas spirit,
Throughout the whole year.