One Christmas Night
The Christmas moon glows a silver
While wind blows like gushing river
Sound of singing is heard below
On every house there's gorgeous glow
For, one like mine who's just alone
Spending time like a rolling stone
I don't care much of the what they say
I'll have my own feast, come what may
December 25, 2023, 7:15 PST, SPC, NE
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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