The Christmas Song

Hello again my dear Christmas.

It seems like a year since our last meet.

Since that day I've aged a decade,

and now the snow won't cover your feet.



I stopped watching for the white mornings,

the last time it snowed on your day.

I've been too busy with boredom,

and the clouds have all rolled away.



Today I'm not so close to cheerful.

I spent four years waiting for snow.

Wondering why the once pure winter,

has melted from white to thick gray smoke.