Sierra Morrow

(7/28/93)

This Christmas


the season isn't right
Christmas just isn't the same
this year is different
how am I to be happy
there is no joy for me to sing
I think back of the years
of all the happiness and the joyful sounds
but this year is different
no happiness to be found
I can't get into the spirit
though that's what everyone wants
I can't stand this Christmas cheer
it makes fall all my sad tears
the season isn't right
this Christmas isn't the same
the presents are all under the tree
bright with Christmas theme
but it's not the same this year
I'm so sick of this Christmas cheer
this Christmas is too different
it just isn't the same
for not one of those brightly themed presents
carries your name

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013
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