At the end of this Eve of Christmas Day
After all of the eating, gifting, and play;
I rest in my bed tucked away from the cold,
Thinking of Christmas’; some recent, some old.
The 24th has always been the Eve of magic and delight,
The moments where everything always seem perfectly right.
Things changed and my children have grown older and moved on
Yet in an instant, I can visit every Christmas Eve and following dawn.
Happy thoughts they are, and I will always cherish these memories of us,
And as always, wherever you are, I wish this year to be your Merriest Christmas