Adieu to the rumbling gyrations,
Goodbye to the running
In the season of yuletide
Christmas in the gully air,
Fathers singing the jingle bells,
And mothers playing the cooking
Tis’ the season of immense happiness,
From the little gifts that counts,
To the pecks of infinite amazing
Albeit all the spirited fun,
Little kids playing the reindeer,
In my solitary silence, Christmas
Into the redeemed solitude, I
To the dark shining little room of
Watching the dancing snowfall
By the fire place with a slurry
I cloaked myself in self-Christmas.
Alone! Yes, alone with just
Not going to join the mass.
Far from the ones I loved,
I’m having a silent Christmas.
Written by Tokede Daniel