Lights twinkling on a huge evergreen
Christmas tree
Memories so very precious to me
The scent of pine wafting
in the air
Often I wish I could go back there
Homemade fudge bubbling
on the stove
Gnarled fingers stirring with love
Gone away are those who
made it so
Left behind I stand alone in the snow
On this Christmas night
of nights
Do I follow them or continue to fight?
The luster of Christmas
worn away by time
Would that I could make it again shine
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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