no christmas tree
no lights
no presents
no happy nights
just tears from hurt eyes
and a heart that doesn't sing
no friends to drop on by
no festive, sparkling things
~
no turkeys in the oven
not one chocolate to be seen
no fireplace...no fire
no wreath or mistletoe
no invitations waiting
no fun places i will go
~
no more children laughing
so much for happy years
tiredness assaults me
i'm running low on tears
kraft dinner and some water
no tv to watch old scrooge
wishing for those days
i thought i'd never lose
~
now I know what it's like
to be sad, alone and broke
my life is lost
still pay the cost
i'm the sad, pathetic joke
not in the rich neighborhoods no more
no gifts from fancy stores
standing in the food line
scratching at my sores
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God he gives, and takes away
i deserve to be sad this day
christmas use to be such fun
now, all i want
is a loaded gun.
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i'll leave this page blank
just like my life
no colours
no pictures
no rich background
just the emptiness of this smelly place
and thankfulness for Gods good grace
i'm warm
i'm clothed
i'm fed
i'm free
when i don't deserve to be
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so, thank you, Lord, for sweet mercies
to this shameful, long lost sheep
rather than a christmas tree
i hope your angels come find me
and bless those that have so much less
this christmas, ...this soul,... is truly...blessed.
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