There used to be no planes, no trains and no cars
Watching from a window, covered by frost
Looking out into cold grey dampness
Seeing that obvious excitement, brimming from innocence
Carrying a bright red frame towards and empty silent road
Waiting anxiously for the precise moment
Peddling safely into December 25th

Gathering behind a door, always open
Surrounded by those who felt meaning in this date
Commercialism playing second fiddle to friendship
Speaking only of family and life
Uninterested by the wrapping paper that decorated giving
Caring about more than just receiving
Enjoying this chance for peace

Conversation outweighing this gaming experience
Stuck behind meaningful dialogue and not a controller
Walking towards New Years Day under a silent sky
Realizing that life had meaning
A pause, where reflection was more important than instant gratification
All in the past, that disappearing past
Unable to return in an age of complete change