The Christmas day is done and dusted now
But still the dust of love it covers all.
We play with toys that seem to care somehow,
And look outside to see if snow will fall.
But eyes are turned towards another year
For New Year's eve is five short days away
And then at last the future will be here
And we can turn our backs on yesterday.
So Witness this: the way time trundles on
As one day follows one and then the next
Today arrives and all too fast is gone
And no tomorrow does what one expects.
So last year slowly drifts into the past,
And next year keeps approaching all too fast.
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