• It is a gray morning.
    The sky reflects my mood,
    a swirling mass of gray confusion.
    And as I try to lift my spirits to match the holidays,
    it starts to snow.
    And my day gets worse and worse,
    but every time I look out the window,
    I see the snow that is like a blanket,
    and softens the painful color of the world.
    And I look at the calendar and realize,
    that there are only 11,10,9
    days 'till Christmas,
    even if it will be a Christmas spent alone.