Christmas is a time of religion, a time for family
a time for celebration, a time for food
a time for songs, a time to be merry, never be wary
a time for joy.
Christmas this year was rather dull, every bite was sour
every blink got darker, the hustle became harder and the bustle
became realer.
Christmas this year was nothing to remember, throats to dried up to sing, hearts flooded with sorrow to eat, the celebration became an abrasion. Santa got stuck in a fuel station this Christmas, his deer's needed a drink,no gifts nor wishes, everything seems so bleak.
Christmas was just like any other month or day in the year,
I've even seen better days i swear.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
Christmas is a time of religion, a time for family
a time for celebration, a time for food
a time for songs, a time to be merry, never be wary
a time for joy.
Christmas this year was rather dull, every bite was sour
every blink got darker, the hustle became harder and the bustle
became realer.
Christmas this year was nothing to remember, throats to dried up to sing, hearts flooded with sorrow to eat, the celebration became an abrasion. Santa got stuck in a fuel station this Christmas, his deer's needed a drink,no gifts nor wishes, everything seems so bleak.
Christmas was just like any other month or day in the year,
I've even seen better days i swear.
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