Good Old Holidays

Don't tell me it's February

I know winter is temporary

but the whisper of snow

is all I can hear now.

Remember Christmas Eve?

I can't believe

it was already a month ago...

Where did we go?

I miss the good old days,

the family holidays

with late night serenades.

Where are the conversations

we did

when we reunited

and we set the table

with the noblest velvet ever.

Cascade of presents and love,

happiness in the air above.

Children's warming play and joy

but real joy is etherial...

So how did we get so far from each other?

Like in a labirinth...

we can't find a way to celebrate together...

Written for Randy Baker's February Challenge: