Blessings fall like gentle snow,
Yet shadows cast a somber glow.
In Bethlehem, where echoes wane,
Christmas carries a different pain.

Starlit sky, a plea unsaid,
Peaceful dreams in hearts misled.
Children's laughter, muffled sighs,
Innocence lost under troubled skies.

Merry Christmas, wrapped in tears,
Hope obscured by ancient fears.
Gifts of love in a fractured land,
Where peace struggles to take a stand.

Candles flicker, whispers fade,
Silent night in a war-torn shade.
In Bethlehem, where angels tread,
A tale of joy tinged with threads of dread.

Sad.
© Lemongao. W Greg