The winter solstice passed us yesterday,
And now we look towards a lighter place,
The Christmas tree so shiny, bright and gay
Reflects its dreams and hopes in every face.
Our tree is only plastic but it still
Makes everything much nicer in this room
With all the joys of Christmas it does fill
Our hearts and chase away the winter's gloom.
Next year I want the same as I have now
A loving home and simple family life
The chance to earn my daily bread somehow
Without the need for turmoil, stress or strife.
The good, the fun, the positive I'll get,
The bad, the dull, the negative forget.
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