Stille Nacht

No tree to light, no gifts to give, no cards to send, no rest, no joy, no peace.  There wouldn’t be a meal but for being invited elsewhere.  Just another day, in another year, the same as each have been over the past few.  No confidence to be shared, it’s no one else’s burden to bear.  Little wonder I’ve learned to hate these days.  Little wonder I long for when they’ve gone past.  Play Manheim Steamroller’s Stille Nacht, sad, lonely, and desolate.  That’s my Christmas.  Still hiding…