OY! YE FAITHFUL

OY! YE FAITHFUL Edward Iacona The tree is down, the decorations stored And a new year has come at last. The celebrations are all over, It's officially, Christmas past. A gift one desires is always great But in taking some poetic license, What I wish for most of all Would be her Christmas presence She left us for her new age dreams While we get along to the best of our ability. Will she ever realize the harm she's done? Well, there is always the possibility. Someday she might just see the light, And want to return as wife and mom. And that to me will surely be The best Christmas yet to come.