The most beautiful time of the year.
But not for me my dear.
My most closest has departed,
Just when my little soul started.

Mother misses you.
Don't worry I do too.
Why did you have to leave?
Now we all sit and greave.

There is so much cheer!
But not over here.
The snow is so very white.
It glistens with fright

Christmas, So beautiful..
But deep and dark is the only truthful!

Blessed that I received rest
that some do not acquire
My toes curling on each fuzzy stair step I make my way up
as my nose follows the familiar scent of coffee beans
I'm drowsy from the dawn sun playing coy
Snug as I could be from the burning wood