All fine plans were made beforehand.

Smiles usually around in December

Purses ready the nice buys tomorrow

Money for sellers the day will be good

Oh no it seems a plague just hit town

This one… silent Christmas it is

Decors for homes must look so grand

Every old must make space for pristine

This joyous time screams for festivity

Eager souls just want bit cheerfulness

But alas it’s like a drought just hit town

This one…Silent Christmas it is

Look around the beam lost on sad faces

Frowns so rigid birds are sacred away

Joyful time but many lost the hilarity

Such time countless still not yet smiling

Lost in misery this wonderful time glimpses

This time will be…hushed Christmas

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