Of all the times of year
This one is the worstWhen being alone
Can make you prone
To feeling like you're cursed
When other times you may not mind
Living all aloneAt Christmastime
It isn't fine
Your heart drops like a stone
In the hustle and the bustle of the shopping mall
I am jostled by the shoppers in the crowd
And when they cut in front of me in the checkout line,
I want to scream out loud
Just because I am not buying as much as you
Does that make me matter less?
Just because I don't have children in my cart
Does that mean I must acquiesce?
But when I decorate my tree
Put a wreath up in the hall
Sing "Jingle Bells"
But no one can tell
They don't notice me at all
My apartment neighbors moved away
Their rooms are empty now
And all my sibs
Think of is their kids
I might as well be gone
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