It was the day after Christmas
the stockings were gone.
My snowman was dying
out on the lawn.
The kids were all bored
with their pile of new toys --
the things they all wished for
had lost all their joy.
The tree was now wilting
needles littered the floor;
the mailman stuffed
credit card bills through the door.
I thought of past Christmases
and my childhood delight,
when visions of Santa
filled my dreams every night.
When life's simple pleasures
were measured by smiles
and families gathered
traversing the miles.
Now e-mail and faxes
brings words of good cheer
from families scattered
by busy careers.
What happened to Christmas
as I knew it then?
I want to go back
to my childhood again!
