Christmas Time
Christmas time oh, fah lah, fah lah.
Everyone loves it lah dee dah, lah dee dah.
Except those who are planning suicide today.
It’s more prevalent than you think in December so gay.
Sure, some people think it’s all Jesus Santa and stuff.
They are the ones who have not been planning their demise in a huff.
Can you reach these do-inners, talk them out of their dour sad ways?
I doubt it quite nicely, but let’s forget about them on these wintery days.
Let’s happy up Santa, and put Lord Jesus way high up on the shelf.
Scoot him next to the reindeer and the not-so-hidden stupid grinning elf.
Let’s forget about the sadness, the badness, the mean and the grim.
We have a glitzy Christmas tree to decorate with holiday trim.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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