Two weeks past
Christmas Day
Might as well
seem like May
for all the cheer
packed up tight
and put away
out of sight

Back to school,
and work for stooges
Back to humbugs
and mean old Scrooges
Home to fading
holiday lights
and cold, invading
winter nights

On the doorstep
of a dream
A whisper now
comes to me
In my heart
a voice falls clear
to carry hopes
all the year

For the real thing
is the ever story
wrapped and given
in love's glory
It's always present
and new each day
and most pleasant
when given away