Never What I Remember.

Never What I Remember

This single day of joy,

Bedecked with merriment and youth

And plagued by dreams of that one toy

That will prove to me this season's truth,

As a child, was so wondrous.

And all the days leading unto it,

My cheer was pure and boundless,

And the glee born then was a conduit

That would last me all the year.

But time has long since grown,

And with each passing season I fear

That the magic I once had known

Is now gone for all my years.

(For the joy I now try so hard to find is never what I remember.)

Written 12.25.09 @ 12:10 AM