There is a joy the season brings
That dwells within rememberings
Of times long past and those to come
In this old world so worrisome.
What used to be our yesterdays
Have been recycled to todays
And we’ve recaptured our best chance
To feel again the warm romance.
The world that was, has disappeared
To be forgotten as we feared
Tis sad that time must runaway
To leave but hours to love and pray !
Claire V. Bogdanos 