Remnant of Christmas

Candles shine around the room But nothing can lift the terrible gloom Looking around, the fire was roaring With the distant sound of Grandpa snoring The table was cleared of all the clutter But all around was a silent mutter All i wanted was something to happen The tap kept dripping in a regular pattern A slight mist hovered around And a small trace of light could be found A brittle chill in a draught from the door Reminded me of a christmas i'd had once before.