The weather resonates my mood.
Grey and ponderous, I do not think
I should like to do anything today.
There are those who would inflict
their seasonal happiness on me
as if a smile were no better than a cold.
I hope that they are blessed.
I will masquerade if they insist
but my heart remains unmoved.
I don’t have much of an appetite
for Christmas this year,
maybe you’ll think it selfish,
maybe you’ll think it plain
but the only gift I want this year
is a goodnight’s sleep!