T'was the night before Christmas,
And the streets were full of light.
The streets were full of music.
The streets were full of people.

The neighborhood t'was never empty,
For the hearty laughter echoed through the houses.
Everyone seemed to enjoy Christmas.
All but one lad were in the festive moods.

Casey found no light.
Colourblindness had robbed that from him.
Casey heard no laugh, nor music.
Being deaf stripped him of that loving sound.
Casey could not be in the streets.
Too many people caused anxiety.

He found himself every Christmas Eve another dread.
Less people,
Less love,
Less gifts.

He was being forgotten,
And no more worse was his name.
It had become a mere whisper of wind.
No one knew him anymore.

T'was the night before Christmas,
And Casey found no festive cheer.
He found no holiday spirit.