When all is calm on Christmas night,
I sit alone in candlelight.
I think about the busy morn
when presents had their paper torn,
then shrieks and squeals of utter joy,
as grand-kids found another toy.
While I ate cake, the girls made lunch,
with everyone a busy bunch.
And oh, the turkey was divine,
so too the pudd, and fancy wine.
Then all my family slowly walked,
around the garden while we talked.
As evening fell they drove away,
with hugs and kisses blown my way.
And now there’s only frail, old me,
but I’m as happy as can be.
My day was filled with love and cheer,
to last me through another year.