MechanicalFiend9

My nose is red and sniffling, My lips all chapped and broken, My ears are numb and straining, To hear the words you've spoken. My pockets feel like fire, My breath a cloud of ice, My tongue yearns for hot cider, To feel the warmth of spice. And yet my heart is blazing, With lights of red and green, The winter chill forgotten, In all the things I've seen. It swirls around me gently, It whispers soft and slow, It tickles me with stardust, The season's final snow.

When you're young you cast a spell Of Christmas cheer to all, But as you grow, you forget the words And spirits start to fall. With fresh eyes you see the spark Of magic that drifts in snow, But tired eyes lose their light And wish it all to go. The morning calls to children, Their hearts can feel the thrill, Aged hearts have lost the feeling, The morning reeks of chill. The nights with lights and fire, And reindeer through the sky, Are lost to neon screens, Forgotten with a sigh. Symphonies of Christmas tunes Running through your mind, Replaced by droning noise, Softly going blind. Bows and bells and string to wrap The gifts and make th