Silent Night

Every night
Is a Silent night,
When there’s no love under the tree.
Sure there’s family,
But I mean a love
That is just for me
That I can call my own.
That I can unwrap
Over and over again,
All throughout the year.
Every night
Is a silent night
When you spend it sulking
Home alone
Like Macauley culkin,
But no-one remembers you,
Nobody cares if you’re safe,
Everyone has the Christmas spirit,
But you,
And they carry on their way.
Every night
Is a silent night,
When there’s no-one
To share it with,
No holiday dinners
And drinks,
No special gifts,
No excitement
Just you by yourself
Counting down to the 26th,
And the hope that next year
You won’t be alone at Christmas;
The happiest
And most depressing time of the year,
Depending on who you have
To share it with
And partake in Christmas cheer.
Some of us are lonely
And feel isolated by life.
Every day feels the same,
And is followed by a silent night.