• Days awaited every year
    Joyful times that not all share
    Days which once sparked a light deep inside
    Are now covered in the want for trival things
    Days spent marking off the caldendar
    Filled with shopping to love
    Days when all that mattered was the thought
    Now cost lives in the drive to buy
    Days loved when all were young
    Are only cared for to get the perfect toy
    Days of Holidays past
    Maybe one day can be pure again