An Empty Christmas

An Empty Christmas

 

The halls are empty now

Still and dark

Decorated with faint echoes of voices past

Shadows play upon the walls

Sunlight streams across the dusty floors

Where once children ran

They are gone

Gone where children go when last they leave

Their absence changing even the air

Laughter and joy and life they brought

Rooms bursting with wonder and magic

A home now a shrine…

A home now a shell

And the spirit of the season

Once dreamlike and filled with anticipation

Like the secrets kept

Never to be told

Never to return…

And Christmas

Shall never be the same…