• I look left and I look right
    I look down and up
    But all I see is happiness and joy, until I look into the cup
    All this joy, it's quite sickening really
    and all these smiling faces make them look ridiculously silly
    The tea in my cup is as solemn as I
    I love the smell of the mint and the green food dye
    I sit in my corner, of the deepest darkest spot
    and glance momentarily into the snow covered lots
    Suddenly, a knock on the door causes me to look up
    And walk slowly towards the knock, sitting down my cup
    I peek through the hole and what do I see?
    I group of smiling carolers waiting for me
    I crack the door to tell them my distaste
    But they pushed it open and began to sing in my face
    They backed me in a corner, singing the whole time
    Their voices screaming cheerfully in harmonious chime
    I yell for their absence, but they don't listen
    So I'm forced to see their singing teeth glisten
    They finish their song and stare at me joyfully
    I look up them and nod thankfully
    They leave my room and hit the elevator to go up
    I shut the door behind them and grab my cup
    I return to my spot in my dark little corner
    The only change I feel, is that my happiness grew by a quarter