Twelfth Night

For now the time of gifts is gone –
O boys that grow, O snows that melt,
O bathos that the years must fill –
Here is dull earth to build upon
Undecorated; we have reached
Twelfth Night or what you will … you will.

Louis McNiece

I always feel a wee bit sad when it’s time to pack away the Christmas decorations. :(