Christmas: A New Hope?

“It’s the most

Wonderful time

Of the year!”

They lied.

“Your days

Will be merry

And bright!”

They insisted.

What they don’t

Seem to realize

Is that I

Don’t see Christmas

Through the same

Rose and green

Colored glasses.

Every December,

My oft broken heart

Composes a well-written

Letter to Santa

Begging Jolly Old

Saint Nick

To bring it

True love

On Christmas Day.

Every year,

My poor heart

Breaks yet again

When it discovers

There’s nothing

Beneath the tree.

Christmas is a

Season of giving

Me no reason

To be merry.

This year,

However,

There’s the slimmest

Of chances

That silver bells

Might finally ring

In a house

Too well acquainted

With silent nights.

A new hope

Has appeared

Like a star,

A star,

Shining in the night,

Far off

On the horizon,

Leading this

Wise man

To believe

That the future

Might not be

One eternal

Blue Christmas.

Love is not

In the air,

But perhaps

Kris Kringle

Has another gift

In mind

For the lonely man

In the House

On the Hill.

Santa Claus

Is coming to town,

And for once,

I might need

A little Christmas.

Maybe not this

Very minute,

But sometime,

In the not

So distant

Future.

Because,

As you know,

There’s no place

Like Hope

For the holidays.

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