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Many years ago, I started writing an annual Christmas poem for my family and I would like to share this year’s poem with you:
Clocks don’t tick anymore
but time passes
quick and still quicker
as cherished days flash by.
These Christmas joys
repeated year by year
seem more fleeting
as I remember the past
look to the future
and hold the present fast —
a fresh fir tree with multicolored lights
and icicles that shimmer in the moving air
frosted silver goblets and silly paper hats
with familiar faces around our table
and a shared sadness for those not here.
Making more memories together
to hold tight and store.
I hope your Christmas is merry and you are making many happy memories of your own.
Jean McCamy is a Wake Forest artist.