Christmas of Solitude

May 11, 2021

They pass bearing presents

Piled to galore

That will make the children squeal

And which they will adore

Trees through windows

Stacked with lights

Family gathers around

Its a beautiful sight

I sit alone

Stone beneath my feet

Frigid in cold

My Christmas never complete

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