With little beguilement a scowl made
    she was revenant
Two swirling worlds eyes topaz and navy blue
   our thoughts began but time had been spent

Years are only derived through yuletide alarms when relished
and so they've passed me yet to exist,
   not ******, for better times I'll wish

Old charms aren't sipped satiny sanctuary nogs
or weaponry candies stout performed and **** warmed
  amuck in grandeur and hope, mud to hogs

Yet irregularly checked that all went off nice and with a northern star
   resolutions are pixies' vent turning crystal, tinsel  that glitters  not
      gold  isn't far

Can one develop first and fair tree between the past and now
what must be ?

The image of  our Holidays a family and you and me?