Now, like scrooge, I look at the season new
I smile less and party with few
And all the words of love now lie
Mock silently, ruffle and die.

I have looked at Christmas from both sides now
From happy and sad and still somehow
It’s not the season that I see
It’s my own candied fantasy.

But for you I wish the happy red show,
Stockings filled with family galore;
Soul food cooked in kitchens known
And sleep that is sound in a bed at home.

Because the spirit is not in wishing for ones self you see,
And the dreams and the hopes are for your fantasy
So I wish you this Christmas old love anew
And silent wishes that will do come true.

by Anasuya Balla