'Tis The Season Poem by david lessard

'Tis the season to be jolly,
even though most is folly;
Not much to buy, less to spend,
will this season ever end?

The bells are tolling,
While we are strolling;
Don't ask for whom they toll, 'tis true,
they toll for others...not for you.

As if we had much more to give,
as if we all had a place to live;
when all we have is naught,
what more emotions will be fraught?

'Tis the season to be merry,
but the season's rather hairy;
nothing safe and nothing sound,
only us are still around.

Merry Christmas, hope your happy,
let's cheer each other up, but don't get sappy;
In some hearths, the spirits dead,
better days are still ahead!