Grey Christmas

Grey Christmas, as the fog hangs on deep.

Bright lights shine ,from the city that refuses to sleep.

Rubbing your hands, walking alone in the cold.

Was it always like this at Christmas or Am I just growing old.

What if I never lived on this earth,

Did it make any difference with my birth.

Jobs are rare, rarer than hot sunny days,

Christmas was a party, now its time to change ways.

To live down slowly, gather savings and adjust.

Someone else ‘s folly, and some bankers money lust.

So We the people still gather†Around the tree.

The rich still have white Christmas ,

but it’s colored grey for you and me.

Image from the Christmas Movie- “Its a wonderful life”.

Author: Ajay Ohri

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