Standing outside at the window bright
Looking on in awe at the glowing lights
Cold winds blowing there in the snow
Dreaming of the fire's warming glow
Is this the spirit that they talk about
To be on the inside instead of the out
I heard the preacher talk about Bethlehem
Baby Jesus born oh to be warm again
Smelling all the scents of cooking food
I don't understand I tried to be good
Time to return to the shack called home
No Christmas tree just me alone
So remember me when you welcome the day
Think of me when you sit down to pray
A contest entry
- Season's Greetings by Cynthia Gaines.
5000 points, ended December 15, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Individuals have different experiences, which is alright as long as every individual treats every other individual with respect -- which doesn't happen.
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Beautiful Melancholy...
Thank you so much for entering your poignant and sad poem in my contest. 
There is much food for thought here. I'm wishing you all the best!!
& 
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xx Cyn xx
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What a sad Christmas poem. We should all remember those who are sad and lonely this Christmas. Your words are so heartfelt. Thank you for sharing. Take care, Many Blessing and Gods Love to fill your day my friend. Sandy
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This has such a saddened tone to it. But so many could walk in those very shoes you write about and the empty feelings to go with them.
But you're one that will be through of this holiday season anyways.
Good luck in the contest hun
Storm
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