The merry bells, the bells they ring.
There is a glow on everything,
and yet a sadness lingers on
for the one forever gone.
The Old One sits beside the fire
watching the flames grow ever higher.
This time is for remembering
who once was part of everything.
We will still gather, cook the feast,
lentils and rice, for some, roast beast,
but there will be that empty chair,
and he should still be sitting there.
Gather 'round with all most dear.
Remember those no longer here.
The years are going by too fast.
Joy cannot forever last.
The elder's eyes already know
how very fast we come and go,
keeps to herself the secret true:
one year she will be missing too.
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