After weeks filled with hectic preparation
sadly, another Christmas has come and gone.
Anticipation of festive joy was riding high
as a propensity for Christmas magic
was all it took to keep my hope and dreams alive.
Now the holiday is over and the magic is gone –
packed away in plastic containers
amid shiny baubles and strings of lights.
Hope has become just hope again
and dreams have become just dreams
… until next year
when the magic is unpacked.
short-prose-fiction
Happy New Year to you!
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Grammy Writes
Thanks so much! You too!
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short-prose-fiction
🙂
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susiesopinions
Beautiful photo
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Grammy Writes
Thank you, Susie! Happy New Year!
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susiesopinions
And coming back to you
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surreyfarms.net
The peoms sums up our Chirstmas season perfectly. Happy New Year!
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Grammy Writes
Seems to be the way it goes for most! Happy New Year to you, too!
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isaiah46ministries
The anticlimax to Christmas seems deeper every year as I age, so much so that I tend to want to see the day come and go, so normalcy can return. Lovely words.
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Grammy Writes
I couldn’t agree with you more! Thanks for the comment. Happy New Year to you.
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