Creeping in from the cold the same feelings rise

As the days grow short and the year passes by

No cause for celebration or playful good cheer

Despite all the bells and songs you may hear

Not a purposeful wish to be down cast

Nor to relive those Christmases past

Simply a reaction to the time and the trials

Minutes taking hours and steps becoming miles

One day they may change these feeling so ingrained

But that day is not now and that time has come again