Blue Lights
She is hanging blue lights this year
The tree, only a fading green
No taste for red's demanding cheer
Tinsel listless, empty of sheen
They count the hours, full of snow
Wrap gifts despite winter's storming
Hang his stocking, though they know
Daddy won't be there, come morning
He steers the crashing Christmas tide
The fisherman's holiday tune
His illicit December bride
Who coldly serenades her groom.
12/9/18
Sad Christmas contest
sponsor: Dear Heart
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2018
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