The Irony of Christmas
A chilling sense of suspense grips the air
Ice from the sky has frozen time in its sphere
The vengeful cold shatters the former warmth
No sun to save your skies,
Winter apprehensive like a bold font
Yet this season marks the time of joy
Cheerful lights blaze the slick city streets
The weather deceptive like the horse of Troy
All the while smiles on every shivering face you meet
Snow like a soft blanket across the land
But still icicles look like fangs
Isn’t it ironic?
We have every reason to be sad
But all season long, we’re filled with songs and laughs
The year coming to an end
And we don’t know what awaits us
New horizons fast approaching with no hiatus
But we bundle up and light our fires
With warm drinks and loving family to ply us
The irony of the worst weather accompanying the time of year many of us most desire
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