It's that time of year again
Where everyone is talking passionately about Christmas
When Christmas songs are played everywhere
Everyone enthusing about what they asked for from Santa Claus
Children's faces lighting up as if they themselves where a Christmas tree
Dazzling lights dancing on every surface
And yet here you are
Hiding under your blankets
Every minute of every day
Just wishing Christmas wasn't happening
Wishing that it would all be over
People hating you for not liking Christmas
5 sleeps until Christmas
Everyone is getting more eager
And here you are
despising every second of it
4 sleeps until Christmas
More waiting
More thinking
More hating
3 sleeps until Christmas
Everything is becoming a graying blur
getting darker with each passing minute
2 sleeps until Christmas
Enthusiastic buzzing is filling the chilly air
And yet to you
It's an annoying fly that won't get out of your head
1 sleep until Christmas
You don't leave your bed
You pretend to be ill
But instead your just hiding from everyone
The noise and happiness is not passing through your door
As if an invisible wall had cut off all the passion and brightness
0 sleeps until Christmas
You can see it now
Opening the door
Your parents staring at you expectedly
But all you can do is stay silent
You start opening your presents
All you can muster is a ''Thank you''
Your parents looking dissapointed
As if you've done and said the wrong thing
Gave the wrong reaction...
But you don't want to ruin Christmas for them
So you lift yourself up
Climbing out of your bed
You walk slowly down the stairs
You come to a halt at the bottom
Taking a deep breath
You open your eyes
Looking ahead
And Smile
Silently hoping it reaches your eyes
Everything goes well
Your parents don't realize what your hiding
No one does
You can't tell if that makes you happy or sad
But still
It worked
It's been a year
But Christmas is not the same
You look into the living room
Seeing your mother weeping on the floor
Clutching a teddy bear you once owned
Presents lying under the tree
As if still expecting to be opened
The room which used to be filled with warmth and high-spirite
Now filled only with cold and sorrow.
Ahead of you
You see a lone picture frame
With your smiling face laughing back at you
Lying beside that picture was a had wrote letter
Once wrote
By you
Where everyone is talking passionately about Christmas
When Christmas songs are played everywhere
Everyone enthusing about what they asked for from Santa Claus
Children's faces lighting up as if they themselves where a Christmas tree
Dazzling lights dancing on every surface
And yet here you are
Hiding under your blankets
Every minute of every day
Just wishing Christmas wasn't happening
Wishing that it would all be over
People hating you for not liking Christmas
5 sleeps until Christmas
Everyone is getting more eager
And here you are
despising every second of it
4 sleeps until Christmas
More waiting
More thinking
More hating
3 sleeps until Christmas
Everything is becoming a graying blur
getting darker with each passing minute
2 sleeps until Christmas
Enthusiastic buzzing is filling the chilly air
And yet to you
It's an annoying fly that won't get out of your head
1 sleep until Christmas
You don't leave your bed
You pretend to be ill
But instead your just hiding from everyone
The noise and happiness is not passing through your door
As if an invisible wall had cut off all the passion and brightness
0 sleeps until Christmas
You can see it now
Opening the door
Your parents staring at you expectedly
But all you can do is stay silent
You start opening your presents
All you can muster is a ''Thank you''
Your parents looking dissapointed
As if you've done and said the wrong thing
Gave the wrong reaction...
But you don't want to ruin Christmas for them
So you lift yourself up
Climbing out of your bed
You walk slowly down the stairs
You come to a halt at the bottom
Taking a deep breath
You open your eyes
Looking ahead
And Smile
Silently hoping it reaches your eyes
Everything goes well
Your parents don't realize what your hiding
No one does
You can't tell if that makes you happy or sad
But still
It worked
It's been a year
But Christmas is not the same
You look into the living room
Seeing your mother weeping on the floor
Clutching a teddy bear you once owned
Presents lying under the tree
As if still expecting to be opened
The room which used to be filled with warmth and high-spirite
Now filled only with cold and sorrow.
Ahead of you
You see a lone picture frame
With your smiling face laughing back at you
Lying beside that picture was a had wrote letter
Once wrote
By you