What is a heart without some love, is it like a cold hand without a glove?
Christmas is approaching, will there be snow? Material goods for all to show.
Presents galore with no meaning, parties and sparkles everyone gleaming.
Bills to pay with little money, hams to glaze with cloves and honey.
Rushing and pushing to and fro, racing and fretting, nowhere to go.
All to sit around a table, masks painted on. Our hearts breaking, without you, as life moves along.