Remember That Day

Can you remember that day, in that small house, where at the stroke of twelve, not a creature was sterling, not even a mouse. When a million small children pretended to sleep, nearly didn't have Christmas at all? I remember that day. That was the day my life had changed completely around. I remember my life before that day as well. It was three weeks from Christmas, I was sitting in my house, listening to Elton John's; Rocket Man. I was slowly singing along with the lyrics, mumbling at the parts I couldn't remember. I sat in my rough leather reclining chair, next to my oak tree fire pit. I had company before, but she decided to leave.