Christmas has come and gone

Christmas has come and gone.

Music, played and replayed.
Presents, wrapped and unwrapped.
Food, cooked and eaten.
Snow, fallen and melted.
Family, helloed and goodbyed.
Decorations, adorned and stored.
The same routine happens year after year:
Only twelve days till Christmas!
Can you believe Christmas is next week?
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve!
Merry Christmas!

And then what happens?
The day comes and goes.
Though if you were like our family this year,
December 25th was just a day
And Christmas was the past two weeks.
So where do we go from here?
Into the New Year?
Into another year?
Full of routines and traditions?
Of changes and complications?
Time will tell
Things will happen
Change is coming just as Christmas is going
Between dropping off one life and picking up another,
Between the world as it was and the world as it will be.
A conclusion seeks to be presented,
To ensure that everything will be okay,
That faith conquers all.
But that conclusion was concluded long before,
And will continue to be long after.

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