One day I chanced on old debris.
The remains of a Christmas tree.
And I stood in thoughtful stare,
At all the things that were there.
Memories played on every view,
Each object gave a special clue.
The remnants and the bric-a-brac,
Brought flashes of memory back.
It was a pleasant pause for me,
The presents and the Christmas tree.
Remembered looks of happiness,
Each present, a huge success.
The warmest of togetherness,
And warmer as the years progress,
And though we keep in touch I fear,
Distance seems to grow each year.
I keep the remnants and the tree,
Useless things, oh except to me.
I visit them when I am near,
It's always Christmas up here.