Scrooge

Scrooge

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!

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