 When Christmas Hurts The spirit o' Christmas eludes many And we just cannot find ourselves any Reason to comply With the how and why When we haven't got an extra penny. The joy and splendor o' the holiday Escapes us in each and every way As we feel the pain Misery's our bane When life to us is nothing more than grey. Peace and happiness in our tomorrows Dodge us as we drink to drown our sorrows Keen feelings o' loss This our albatross A heap to hold in our ancient barrow. Goodwill toward men amidst the Yuletide To this my objections are brushed aside For I do believe In the Christmas eve And await the birth o' my savior bona fide. © 2006 Ruth Cox  Home Poem Index   "Oh Holy Night" Midi Provided By Connect Texas Do Not Remove. Free JavaScripts provided by The JavaScript Source All poetry & writings, photos, graphics & midis are copyrighted. Please respect my wishes that they not be used... Nor be removed from the pages of abitosunshine... Without the written permission of myself and/or the artist. Your cooperation is appreciated. © 2006-Present, Ruth Cox |