CHRISTMAS IN A BOX

I am saving Christmas for next year 

The joy of celebrating has disappeared

No flickering lights no Christmas tree 

No ginger beer or eggnog for me 

I am going to sit this one out

My mother is long gone 

And my only sister has moved south 

The mailbox is empty 

Not even a card

No gifts rapped in colorful paper 

No caroling in my front yard 

I have this strange feeling 

That Christmas is only for kids

And at this time of year 

I would give anything 

To be a child again 

But my wish will never come trough 

So just like the year before 

I know what I'll do 

All of my Christmas thoughts 

I'll melt them like hot wax

Tie them with colorful ribbons 

And save them in a box.

By

Wilford Barker.