January 3rd, 2016 Elegy

by Brendan Strong

Today, we packed Christmas away
Sparkling decorations in boxes so plain
To store in the garden shed:
So near, so far, will we ever see them again?

We have our memory of merry
Christmas in our hearts, now heavy:
The booze, the food, the kids with their toys,
In those ten unending days of joy.

They say “She won’t be long coming again”
And this year, I think we can believe them:
Even if we have to wait one extra day
It will be Christmas again, maybe without rain.