Christmas to me , is just a day in every single year When everything I lack, Is transformed into yearn
When all the outside world is laughing and beyond my door is song, Silence becomes soothing And every hour is long
Her presence I sought, and the presents I almost bought If only I weren't so meek Perhaps we again can meet
Told me you did, That if we met, Then coldfeet would be all I'd get
But believe me When I say I already know About the realities of a white christmas and its awful bitter cold
My feelings for her Know do I,that they are unsure.
But Try I did, to take back Christmas and to quench this hunger and that insatiable thirst
All I wanted , was to see Christmas as something other than apocalypse For approach does January the first
and the holiday is blowing its final kiss
Must all release come to a screeching halt Must all good days and all good cease?
Wait,wait...slow down
stop that one man sleigh! I havn't enjoyed my Christmas feast the loads on my legs,tonnes they weigh Havn't crossed out anything on my wishlist Havn't said hello to the people I missed
I havn't smoothened out this crease
In santa's suit.
DeadPoet
DonÂ’t be sad my friend. Hope you will have a better Christmas next year.