By Bill Willson
No more carols in the cold winter night,
No more trees green, blue or white;
No more packages tied up with bows;
Christmas has gone wher e’er it goes.
We can’t bring it back to this time or place;
It’s tucked away without a trace;
Down deep in our hearts, far out of sight;
And when we falter and can’t stand our plight
We remember the good times had round the tree;
When all was love in remembering thee.