It is time to take down the Christmas tree,
And, put away the bangles, bulbs, tinsel and, beads,
Stuff Christmas in the attic or the crawl space ; let it be,
Until the tide of the next year recedes,
Until then the memories of this Christmas may fade,
Like the sweet faces that we’ll see no more,
But, then next December we’ll begin the Christmas parade,
Of the things and memories that we’ve kept in store.
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