• The time of December,
    brings back old feelings.
    It makes me remember,
    big houses, tall ceilings.

    The faint hint of music,
    the great presentation,
    of tremendous trees,
    in our fair nation.

    Is it really fair,
    that they feast so happily,
    when we are so cold,
    scrapping so hungrily?

    I used to be important.
    I used to have to money,
    until they stole it,
    when daddy got greedy.

    I miss the fire's warm invite,
    I miss mom's happy light.
    Too long have I been gone,
    for Christmas never comes.

    The jolly old man,
    leaves you earnings at night.
    By my place he ran,
    last year in the moonlight.

    Hold on to your memories,
    not yet there,
    still reality.
    Someday they will fade,
    in thin air,
    and bring agony.