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
