Not Christmas At All

The stockings aren’t hung,
the walls are bare.

The fire is roaring,
But there’s nobody here.

Lights are glowing,
but there’s no tree.

No sleigh bells or snow,
Nobody but me.

The music still flows through the house,
but my home is no longer here.

No presents were swapped,
Spirits are low, no holiday cheer.

No plans were made,
It doesn’t feel like my favorite time of the year.

All should be holly and jolly,
instead I feel empty.

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