All That Tinsel

Colored lights draped over elaborate wire trees Festive wreaths dressed in ornaments to please Christmas songs piped in, one after another Outside a bell-ringer chirps, Merry Xmas, brother Yet nearly every guest room's empty Seems no one's checking in or out No line at the front desk either There's hardly a soul about... A hotel lobby's a lonely place Christmas Eve All that tinsel's a harlot's make-up, disbelieved