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Utitled and about the season
Life is like a Christmas tree
With a star upon its crown
It is quite fun to set it up
But a son of a bitch to take back down.
We are like the little things
We stuff in stockings and socks
They come all wrapped in velvet
But end up in a box.
We are all like Christmas cards
Sent to friends with bits of cash,
We’re admired for a glimpse of time
Then tossed atop the trash.
The sweet soft smell of fireplaces
And sounds of singing in a park
Diminish the fact that we forget
When the décor is put back in the dark.
Why do we need to splatter
Our houses in bright flashing lights
For the meaning of Christmas
Lies not in things visible to our eyes.
The reason people are so depressed
Around this time of year
Is that they know the friendship lasts
For but one day, around their fear.
Years go by and so do holidays
And soon we’ve all grown old.
Hug your loved ones, now, for warmth
Because we cant outrun the cold.
The only things about Christmas
That I can say I truly like
Is the single day of friendship
And the birth of Jesus Christ.
