Last Christmas

The seasons on us once again and most of it is done,
Collected all the food and drink, the decorations hung,
With wrapping paper everywhere and carols in the air,
Sent the kids to bed at last, relax in my best chair,
I've wrapped up all their favourites, bought and dressed the tree,
And now there's only two of us, there's only jack and me.

I must be getting older but no wiser it would seem,
Began to feel the weight of every season there has been,
I don't how much longer, I can hold away the tears,
Another Christmas Eve alone, among my greatest fears,
A toast with Mr Daniels, Jack, my ever present mate,
The echoes of a widowed dad and winter getting late.

To rise again with numbing skull to shrieks and howls of glee,
The children rush around the room, without a care to see,
Is time to put the turkey on, get up and join the fun,
Pull up the screens of hopelessness, let in the new day's sun,
On Christmas day around the tree, perhaps the corner too,
Could be the gift that helps me rest eternally with you.

©Jimmym2005