• The weather outside is frightful,
    The snow tinged red with blood,
    Inside its far from delightful,
    Homes carried away by the flood.

    Some of us won't be celebrating,
    And singing with holiday cheer.
    Some of us are navigating
    An icy lake of tears.

    We wade through Christmas recollections,
    Jolly trinkets ripped to shreds,
    We're crying with solemn reflections,
    For all of those nature left dead.

    So some will cry on the holidays,
    Their eyes frozen with tears,
    So we just need to find some ways,
    To bring them some Christmas cheer.

    Donate to those who endure
    Pain and suffering,
    So why don't you be sure,
    In this season of giving,

    To give.