Sitting here all alone, in my own double bed,
No presents, no tree, no decorations for me.
Parents in bed, always arguing, never agreeing, on what's best for me.
I lay here and sigh, as midnight strikes, and hear no hohoho.
Christmas seems so dull a day, not special, in any way.
It didn't use to be this way, back in the days where I believed.
But those days are no more, no joy for me, just another day, of another hard year.
Give joy to others, is what I do. Presents I give but none I recieve.
My friends are grateful, for what I give, but my family feels cold. Like my bedroom.
My grandparents care, and prepare a feast, for Christmas at 12, we eat and eat.
There my few presents reside. A few envelopes with money they hide.
No desire for presents, not anymore, decorations are a bother, and quite a bore.
Busy as always on this day to relax. Nothing more than a usual faff.
To all those that care, like I used to, keep going I say, and let the spark live on
For my old spark is finally gone. No presents, no desire, no warm open fire. I lay in my bed, wrapped in the sheets, typing this message for all to read.
On this night, of Christmas, to all my watchers I say "To all a good night, and enjoy the day!" To all a good Christmas, to all a good night, enjoy the new year, set a new spark alight...
6 years ago
25 Dec 2012 00:37 CET