I sigh to see the last of the colored lights.
We cradle each decoration wistfully,
then pack them all away with soft goodnights.
Each ornament has its own way of reminding
us of Christmases in the past; they were so blest.
Life's different now: our daughters have been finding
new lives of their own far from our nest.
So I'm grateful for this morning's brilliant dawn --
the sunrise with its pink and purple blaze --
though the colors of this Christmas have moved on
new colors, like love, will come to bless new days.
Each moment holds a gift, and though it grieves us
when that gift's gone, we trust love never leaves us.
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