the bench is no longer lonely
at least now the dancing light
reflects on its polished might.

the snow falls like confetti
strangers painting smiles
that feel both warm-n-steady.

blue isn’t a visible color in my room
"she is home, she is home."
her voice chases the gloom.

and the kid yells, “it’s christmas time!”
what should i wear but red pajamas and a grin?
and i’ll share my candle with little dreams within.

hands are meant to give, not to bruise
promise me you’ll hand your neighbor a rose bouquet
one day, she might save your life in some odd way.

paper hearts float through the wind like angelic calls
christmas carols rise, echo through pine-lined halls
this is so sweet, baby, can i keep it till night falls?

and i’ll hold my phone till christmas is through
’cause he’s sipping cold coffee as dawn breaks anew
don’t be too sad, i’ll stay here, just for you.

the jingling bells, the lazy bird swells
my heart and my stomach, i’ll laugh through the pain
the spaghetti is cheesy, your jokes, just the same.

ho-ho-holy night, where even riots seem light.
i braved the city with chilled feet in the fight.
this journey glows with christmas delight.

Empty trees with no leaves,
fall has left me, winter is coming.
The dry cold air that brings
irritation of the skin and much
sickness from within,...