I struggle to shrug off the sloth of past weeks,
How the holidays heaped upon me,
Weighted with wonder at a world seeking joy.

A tree is yet trimmed, its trinkets retaining
Though lights have been lost that lingered through years,
Glimmers now gone, their gifts now bestowed.

Work now awaits, the world resuming,
And where it is winter, the weather declines,
Giving out gray and stifling glee.

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