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!