‘Tis the Season

 ‘Tis the Season 

At the last bell chime,

a season slipped

from our desolate grasp. 

We failed to reappeal 

our wishes for a new year.

Now, as another passes,

the clock seems

to have missed a few ticks.

Yet it waits for none.

So as we share our very last, 

carols, presents, 

and others’ presence, 

longingly cherished. 

May we remind ourselves

that beneath doubt

we still hold a future,

not a wistful past.

Count every blessing, 

fill every glass with cider,

to cheers to our new

forever after.