Christmas sucks and I'll tell you why,
It's all about buy, buy, buy.
Sure there are friends and family too,
But only for some of you.
And the reason for the fray,
is not a virgin birth.
It's to celebrate the Sun's own way,
of warming Mother Earth.
So if you're depressed due to distress,
it's not because you're high.
It's the mind's own way of dealing away,
a giant big fat lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem