Many may spend this season
longing for the laughter and
communion of family and
friends
Many may pour through photo
albums recalling happier times
or wishing their mate or fantasy
lover would be sharing a cup of
hot chocolate in front of a crackling
fire
But even more may find themselves
gazing at those same old walls and
taking that familiar walk accross that
cold lonely bridge
We may feel we have lost lifes best
and the torturous long hellish years
haven't amounted to much and there's
not much left to do but feed the animals
and go to bed
But there is no loneliness for the true
lover of life
Only the wicked are truly alone for they
have no qualities or character to recomend
them to the land of the living
But the love for others breeds a glowing
joy deep within that finds a thousand
possibilities in every breath of life
It is always christmas for those who
love
Silver bells are the song of the soul
Imagination is a sleigh ride into an
exploding galaxy
Never mind that others can't see it..
It is a gift from heaven to you.
We shall dance on the rings of Saturn
Santa's got a brand new bag****