A year is a year,
Yet, the longer we live,
The shorter, the more precious
They seem.

Boxing day —
Christmas dreams,
Drag them up,
From the bottoms of your hearts.

The world may not be kind,
But still, there's something
About Christmas time.

A lie, a lie,
For future change —
Do you hear what I hear?

Let's hide
Under the mistletoe,
And kiss the year away.

Christmas Carol warning bells —
Two to midnight to the tune of
Do they know it's Christmas time
At all.

Oh, the climate outside
Is frightful.

Songs of change,
Here to stay —
We're dancing merrily
In the new old-fashioned way.

Another year winding down,
Here it is, the time of joy —
With the heat turned way down low,
Is everyone still having fun?

What more could I give,
What more could you ask —
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart.

Bright storefronts scream colors,
Warm capitalist wishes —
It's beginning to look a lot
Like Christmas.

Christmas time,
Peace and glee —
Joy to the world,
Presents to me.

We brought no gifts,
But one of love —
We're here tonight.
Isn't that enough?

Nevermind the bitter,
Appreciate its candor —
Deceit comes honey coated.

Peace, the dream
We never learned —
With songs about heaven,
And books about war —
Resonates unnoticed
Through hollowed hearts,
In disappointed silence.

Free but for the shackles
Of cultural identity,
Indebted by none but our own.

Don't fear getting left behind —
The fun and games begin
Behind the bandwagon.

There's love for all,
But rarely soon enough.

Silent but within —
Burning shadows on linen,
Never to warm again.

V, the mark of absent friends,
Of messages, still unopened,
Final words, left unread —
Lingering ethereal moments.