The icy air hits
My warm face
It is that time of year
Where the Christmas music
Chime down hallways.
People filled
With Joy ,
With Hope,
Dance through the streets
Until morn
Waiting,
Waiting for the Jolly
******* to slide down the chimney
To provide the undeserving
Gifts.
Winter is supposed
To be a time of cocoa
Winter is supposed
To be a time of glad tithing
Winter is supposed to be
A time of family
But with each ornate
Decoration I begin to hate
Each simplistic snowfall.