The Christmas Tree...

The snowfall is the same-
The country is gearing for the season's game,
Last year also,
This year almost the same-
They danced to the carol-tunes,
There we watched the street-kids...
From our dusky windows,
While we sipped some brandy and ate prunes.
The jingling of the bells are the same-
Little fairies in their white skirts from the churches came,
Last year also,
But this year they looked pale-
They gathered around the same spot-
To collect their Christmas gifts...
Mere loafs of bread and some liquid hot,
Last year they had the Christmas tree-
This year the bureaucrats refused and said, "not-
No!
Not this year, we can celebrate Christmas...
No more charity,
Except some holidays extras,
This year...
We are not decorating the Christmas tree!"

This one is not at all a touchy poem! The poem is neither ridiculing, nor preaching by nature. Indeed, it is a general description of the one of the narrators of this society who is even un-touched and careless of what is happening outside his dining room window. But the narrator is only an observer who is comparing his past year experience with this year when the bureaucrats are not conducing the Christmas charity because of their own reasons just like the narrator who is bothering just because of the view from the window. The objective of the poem is to speculate why the Christmas tree is not decorated collectively but individually!