The Christmas lights went out –
The ones Dad just suspended.
He took all day to hang them,
But their gleaming’s promptly ended.

I wonder how he’ll take it
When he steps out in the snow
To marvel at his handiwork,
But find he’s missed the show.

The Christmas light went out;
And all’s dark on our lawn –
One fleeting, fizzling moment
And his masterpiece is gone.

I think I’ll step inside now
To avoid how he reacts
When he finds one broken bulb
In the middle of my tracks

~ Barbara Vance