Twas the Night Before Christmas

bowTwas the night before Christmas

And all through my house

Echoed snores of my house mate

Whom I could not even roust.

stockingThe stockings were not hung,

The tree un-adorned,

And the loneliness stuck

In my mind like a thorn.

tearsIn the back of my mind

There arose such a clatter,

Of  holidays past

And the dreams that had shattered.

chihuahuaI rose from the couch

To the dogs gave a whistle

And headed to bed

For the nightly epistle.

weepAnd I heard myself think

As I drifted to sleep,

Another day tomorrow brings,

Another day to weep.

— unknown

Try to remember those folks who Christmas does not bring a festive mood.

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