The light in my eyes like fairy lights,
has gone away out of sight.
No sudden thrill,just a long pause,
Of the no longer present Santa clause.
Putting up the angel,without dads hand,
The feeling of growing without a plan.
The tinssel still sparkles,but not like before,
The magic is gone a little more.
The milk and cookies left out at night,
The tree still shining just as bright.
But the milk’s gone sour, cookies dry,
I lay down to sleep with a saddened sigh.
Back to school nearing,
Misery now searing,
Lights turned
off.
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