As I walk down this crowded road
Where the Christmas tree stands center
And glows with its bright lights
The ornaments fall off like nuclear bombs
Shattering on the floor
One for hope, another for happiness
Shatter for me, like old dreams
With the people on the street
All look at me with pity
They look down
Because I have no Christmas spirit
My insides are empty
Happy emotions have left
And the sad ones are here to stay
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
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