To be alone at Christmas,
is not a fun thing at all.
It's like sitting in an empty class,
or no one to call.
My Christmas spirit is gone,
somewhere I do not know.
I am feeling like a useless pawn,
no where to go.
I close my eye's and wonder,
how much fun it could be.
I do not need any thunder,
wish something was under my tree.
I have been a good boy,
this everyone can see.
But still I didn't get a toy,
how good do you have to be?
I do love and I do give,
only how much more?
All I really want is to live,
and let Christmas spirit through the door.
Dave with the love you give to people, you have the Christmas spirit year round! Hugs Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope there's a knock at the door soon, Dave. I agree with Patricia's words - you're a ray of sunshine - keep on shining. Love, Fran the fan xxx