Christmas Reflection

Whatever happened to change me?
To change my memories of Christmas too?
Was it growing up or growing older --
Or did I merely lose sight of my Dreams?

There was a time Christmas tree lights would call me,
When I would sit for hours and compose.
The words flowed freely from my pen to paper -
They came from my heart and my soul.

Now Christmas is but another holiday,
Another event to be dreaded and despised.
There are no happy words to flow any longer -
The well of my heart is now empty and dry.

Reflections in the mirror tell me I've grown older
The change has not been for the good.
My memories of Christmas no longer are happy -
The dreams, long faded, now are Gone.