Holidays Are Memories in Waiting

Music: Wann ich des Morgens frueh aufsteh'.
By Ludwig Senfl.
Sequenced by Curtis Clark, at The Internet Renaissance Band.

Holidays are memories in waiting,
Amply fitted out to linger long.
Perhaps it is the food, the gifts, the song;
Perhaps the love that keeps the light from fading.
Years pass, traditions blend, people change;
Holidays endure, each generation
Offering its own fond re-creation
Lest the next find such sweet labors strange.
In memory the secret's repetition:
Delight anticipated is delight
Approaching a predictable condition,
Yearly replicating a rendition
So that on holidays each note sounds right.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

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