Frozen lifelines cracking and wheezing
And my potted plant withers with yellow decay
Cedar-lined ornaments glisten
To familiar age-old happy carols
While the wall is our life, fRamed and fading,
A history of what we wanted to look like
Next to the hot iron coals that shimmer
And breathe deep into a country Christmas
Each tick means our eyelids are
Closer to closing so close
Enough work has been done today,
So rest well.