This is a work of fiction reflecting my thoughts and opinions. All rights are reserved. It was inspired by the work of Clement Clarke Moore (or perhaps that of Henry Livingston, Jr.) and his “A Visit from St. Nicholas”. I salute him for the long-lasting impact of his work which is as important today as when it was originally published anonymously in 1823. There have been many changes since that time and will be many more in the days to come. Please read and enjoy.

‘Twas the evening ‘fore Christmas at Mom and Pop’s home,

None were about to jump, play, or roam,

The dog and the cats all snuggled in bed,

So much earlier cuddled, watered and fed,

The children all gone with lives of their own,

Even the grandchildren all older and grown,

Mom and Pop in the bedroom looking out at the tree,

While watching holiday movies playing on the tv,

Slowly sipping some wine and enjoying a snack,

They wondered if time could ever go back,

Thinking of holidays long, long ago,

When family gathered wishing for Christmas with a cover of snow,

Children dreamed of dolls, games, and toys,

And having much fun with other girls and boys,

But days and years have passed by so fast,

That it may be too hard to regain the past,

Families are scattered so far and wide,

Do we no longer want to be side by side?

Texting is easy but can we still talk?

And computers are good, but I’d like to go for a walk,

While with my words you may not agree,

My fond hope is that your holidays are happy!