Christmas Tale

There was a time when
Gold had no guilt
And care lines
Were carved by hope.

There was a time when
A brittle sun added
Tea-dance cadenzas to the day
And lights awed the dark.

There was a time when
Smiles were a stream of moments
And magic drove a fire engine.

There was a time when
Wool-scratch went unnoticed
And a table cloth was more than laundry,

When love was simple
And time was a friend.

RTO

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