The magic fled from the Christmas Tree;
Toys are discarded or broken;
We are back to reality!
Yesterday, the feasting;
To-day tempers are quickly frayed;
Carols are now forgotten
And the music the angels played.
For a brief
Men turned to Christ the King,
Whom they worshipped as a baby,
Whilst they heard the church bells ring.
Too soon, it is all over,
No longer men kneel to pray;
Their interest in the babe has waned,
Until next Christmas Day.