Yuletide Memories
By Stephen Funk


I finish my finals and head back for home,
feeling tired as can be and ready to pass out.
It was a grueling ordeal,
but it's over and I'm getting ready for Christmas.
I stop by the old school,
where my youngest years were held,
where my dearest memories are kept.
I walk down the halls of the elementary school,
remembering the facts I learned and fun I had.
I start to travel home,
going by the high school,
remembering all the things I learned in there walls,
both academic and intrapersonal.
To learn to appreciate life and bare through the trials,
and that George Washington wasn't that great of a general.
I finally get home and set my school supplies down,
not to be touched for another month.
I lay on my bed and turn on my laptop,
looking to see what's new.
The window pops up with words of greeting,
and I respond happily back.
After a while of chatting I hear my phone ring,
and I start to take in the memories of talking with my friends.