"This Christmas..."

*so yea, there's many 'remakes' n interpretations of this classic...
here's mine lol*






This Christmas

Won't hang at all,
that mistletoe...
Too used to how it goes

This Christmas...

As always, wishin'
for that 'special' kind
one with a 'molten mind...'

Why the lonely prays to find
they who yearn of desire's wine

This Christmas...

The ire 'pon a face n' can't deny
is why place the hopes so high?
as the ache of comfort passes by
these frosted tears from every cry...

Why, I gather...it don't matter

N' so this Christmas, will be
the very same Christmas...

for thee yea...

N' this Christmas we'll see
Not a thing'll change...why plea?

N' so this Christmas...
will be
a very weary Christmas
for me...