As Christmas Nears

As Christmas nears

and the old year ends,

I think of times past

like treasured friends.

Of a tiny child

sitting on my knee,

gazing in wonder

at lights on the tree.

Those excited faces

clambering into bed,

thinking of presents

Father Christmas would send.

Of crackling logs

in the fireside grate,

listening for teenagers

staying out late.

The times of sharing

we had with our friends,

magical moments

we never wanted to end.

Memories of just sitting

with those I held dear,

in peace and silence

with nothing to fear.

Happy and sad times,

busy times too.

Now here I just sit

with nothing to do,

but think of my memories

those times that are past,

and know that I’ll treasure

each one to the last.