Where did the time go?

The holiday season is upon us.  Spreading its wings like angels.  Waiting for us to exalt in its glory.  A gift awaiting the unwrapping.  Yet....as the excitement builds and every mall Santa is waiting for my babies to sit upon his lap, my heart is a harp where every string plays a different pitch of emotion. I mourn for the pregnancy I never had. For the babies that never were. For the babies in the other room that are growing into little boys. The day vanishes before me. Time is a thief. We are all its prisoners. Slaves to its demand for change. I want to pull back the curtain of night before it falls. Because once night falls, I will close my eyes and wake up to babies no more.