• Christmas, lonely and cold;
    not at all like the days of old.
    There used to be laughter, and there used to be joy;
    with a pretty lit tree above all the toys.
    Tins, once full of cookies and treats;
    now sit in a cabinet, forgotten but stacked up neat.
    She had to leave, and take that long walk;
    how would she feel, if she knew we hardly even talk.
    We're all so distant and cold;
    not at all like the days of old.


    Written by: xXLeRevesXx