Lonely Christmas

Light shades and glitter fall to the ground.
The sky's turning grey and rain's pouring down.
I'm staying at home wearing my gown
while people rejoice all over the town.

Dinner is ready, the Christmas tree too
but what are these pleasures without someone who
share it and sing along with my song?
To sing it alone again feels very wrong.

But there is no choice left to be made.
Being alone is being a shade.
And without no family, without no friend
a Happy Christmas is for me to pretend.

But with this scenario, with this event
I'll still choose this day, this very moment
And devote it to thankfulness for all the things
the year has bestowed me. And bitterness gains
no root.