Quiet House

On a quiet side lot without any lights there sits a house the people passed by a blanket of snow unbroken by small feet no games there are played and laughter is not heard frost glistens brightly on the ill kept lawn no lights here glitter amid all the Christmas cheer icicles do hang down there from the barren eve's cold frost does lie upon the darkened window panes carolers pass on by it it's walks not cleared of snow and it lies so darkly as if no one is home within its quiet parlor the Christmas tree does stand decorated so carefully with ornaments oh so old a white cloth lies beneath it as barren as the snow without waiting there for presents that are generally gone without hope there still does linger for a Christmas morn but a fear is found there for another barren Christmas morn