• This Christmas was strange
    This Christmas was queer.
    Through the presents and bows,
    I heard a voice in my ear.
    That this is all crap,
    This cannot be it.
    The true meaning is lost,
    All that’s left is meaningless bullshit.
    But all hope was not gone,
    For you were there beside me.
    And in that moment I knew right there,
    What I wanted Christmas to be.
    And I smiled….