...and the Christmas Bells Fade

It is the day after Christmas

and already its gone.

Completely 

and utterly 

gone.

The radio return to 

repetitive Christian lyrics

and 

Beethoven,

Mozart,

and

Bach,

resume they're place 

at the top of the playlist.

The dying tree is thrown outside,

while tinsel,

ornaments,

and

lights,

are packed neatly away.

The meat disappears 

off the Christmas turkey.

leftover stuffing,

mashed potatoes,

and 

creamed corn,

are close to being gone.

Secrets are no longer.

whispers,

shutting doors,

and

the crinkle of wrapping paper,

are heard no more.

The hope of snow 

diminishes 

and

the ring of Christmas bells

fade into the distance...

Merry Christmas, My Dear Followers!

<3 Eva

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