Wrinkles have replaced tinsel,
trees not as decorated as flesh.
We are slowing down this year,
even in snow not nearly as fresh.
Fewer people make the pilgrimage
to the fine home we share for festivities.
But the ones who are left enjoy it no less,
The meaning is shared in all its profundity.
Our sore muscles, aching joints, diminished looks
will not spoil good memories, good food and fun.
Once we are together the room takes on a glow,
skin features soften, pulse quickens...
For a brief moment in time we go back.
Presents under the bright tree,
excitement at what is found there.
Santa came last night and left us
new sleds and toys – time to play!
So we go out in the snow and run,
sled and play and enjoy our youth...
in memory perhaps more than we really did.
Another merry trip back in time soon spent,
meals and wine and sleep came and went.
Time to load the car and say our goodbyes,
Hugs and thanks, and try not to cry.
For it is now a happy new year,
full of possibilities all over again.
We are still alive and moving,
present in this world for we hope
many, many years to come...
That would be the best gift of all.