The stockings are empty, hanging by a dying fire.
The wrappings removed, the joy felt, smiles abound.
Stomachs are full from a day of feasting on treats and food.
Now the quiet settles in and only the embers remain.
The warm glow of the celebration starts to fade.
A small chill settles in, blankets provide a little warmth,
As we slowly drift off to slumber, bidding farewell to our festive day.