If you’re alone at Christmas time
With wave of hand, you say you’re fine
It’s not like you have whined and groused
To go home to an empty house
But nothing can quite cut the dim
Like piney bough bereft of trim
When no one’s there to fill that space
The stretch of quiet that you face
Seems to compound to sullen march
You feel the lack like throat that’s parched
It’s easy to say just reach out
Go find some folks and mill about
But no one wants to force their jolly
Extorting heed feels like such folly
Your loneliness wears like a cape
Unsettled crowd is no escape
So what solution waits for thee
What quick fix sits beneath your tree?
I cannot deign to know the answer
But safe to say, let’s take a chance here
You cannot fill an empty cup
With pitcher of I’ve-given-up
Your door need not be opened wide
The smallest crack still lets inside
Fortuity, need not be big
Just B-side to your solo gig
Who knows where all these prospects lead
What good might come from planted seed
Without some gumption, we can’t know
For one can’t reap, if one won’t sow
Extend your hand, good place to start
Let hopefulness draw open heart…
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