Pagosa Springs Artists

No Christmas In Our House

This year,  no Christmas carolers sing
And new toys remain  attic things;
We wait for telephone’s shrill ring
To bring forth gifts and old playthings.

Beneath cold  starry skies  the  toys,
And this old house, await the boys--
That grandchild visits retrace old joys
Of children’s onetime  playful noise.

This aging house, with Yule tree trimmed,
Awaits in vain that cheerful din;
You see,  now we’re the traveling kin.
The car is ready, Dear.   Get in!       


first published in Time of Singing




first published in Time of Singing

©1997 Bonnie Manion


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