Christmas is
I found this forgotten poem. I wrote it a few years ago, obviously when I was in one of my more cheerful moods ๐
Christmas isthese four cold wallsa time when noughtbut sorrow calls. Christmas isthis long grey streeta slow shuffled walkto ease cold feet. Christmas ispain hidden deepbehind false smileswhere secrets sleep. Christmas isa hungry timeto feed the liesthat masks the crime. Christmas isa hypocrisy a rose mirror of reality.