THE HOLIDAYS

December 1, 2025

There is a sadness in the Holidays,

Which credit cards can't see,

But choir songs remember when

The gentle times of Yore passed bye,

Then left us here,

Forevermore.

If we should write the story of these days,

We'd name it Great Expectations,

Then tell the meet of Havisham hopes,

'Gainst Uncle Joe,

Of Buffalo,

Once he comes through the door.

But deeper yet than Uncle Joe,

We'd tell the midnight peace,

Which just the Lonely know,

When candles here below send up their twinkle light

Into a dark uncaring sky,

From which no golden harpsichord reply.