Next Christmas

As I take down the tree  
I contemplate and ask  
While packing away the ornaments,
 "Was this Christmas my last?"  

For nearly ever Yuletide  
That has come to pass  
There's at least one person  
I've loved that's passed  
 
And maybe next year  
Underneath the Christmas tree  
There will be no reason  
To leave a gift for me  
🎁