Christmas Blues

By PoeticMeditations

No peace on earth, no goodwill towards men
Tis not a season jolly, but one that’s grim
Malls are decked with boughs of holly
To lure us into a spending folly
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Are all I have to eat until I get hired
No use dreaming of a Christmas white
With Arctic melting, there’s no snow in sight
Ye merry gentlemen that nothing you dismay
At least the drummer boy had his drum to play
Not much to be merry, not much to cheer
All is gloom like the tragedy of King Lear
Tonight I’ll make a wish upon a star that’s grand
That love and peace on earth again will fill this land.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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