Oh Christmas what a beautiful time
the children are playing
the adults are talking
the streets are lined with white
the little specks falling from the sky
decorations are everywhere
the lights go up
till then it is a happy time
when the lights go out
we come out
the streets once stained with white
are stained with red
the happiness is gone
sorrow fills the air
a crazed look in our eyes
for it has just begun
its ironic isn't it
when the sun is out
Christmas is such a happy time
where one can forget their troubles
and their worries
but for us
when the lights go out
the people like me
embrace our troubles
embrace our worries
we take it out on ourselves and each other
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until the end
but when the sun comes out
we are forgotten once again
and we blend in with the shadows
wishing to be like the others
but seeing twas not meant to be
we stay hidden
watch them be happy
and wait for the time to come
the time we can come out
and start the whole thing over
once more