Cold Christmas

It was a cold, foggy morning
with a fresh pot of coffee brewing
She normally anticipated Christmas morning
as she looked out the window, hoping for snow
but left with the same old disappointment
The sounds of the cars driving by
were as scarce as her spirit
The only lights that were shinning
was from the Christmas tree in the living room
no feet patters on the floor running to see if Santa came.
there were no stockings hanging
only a few gifts left under the tree
for all the other little ones to see.
The magic seemed to have disappeared
The sparkles that were once there
seemed to have burn out
as another year faded away