As candles turn to melted wax
and bells hang mute with none to call,
no presents stand in stylish stacks
in what was once a festive hall.

No revelers make merry noise,
no carolers sing Christmas songs,
no parents seek elusive toys
while shopping midst the frantic throngs.

When needles from our trees have dropped
and party invitations cease,
some mourn the joy they think has stopped,
but I instead embrace the peace.