It was a very odd Christmas indeed,

instead of joy there was only greed.

The children did not dance around their trees, St. Nick did not travel across the seas.

What kind of Christmas was it,

you ask? It was sad and mediocre at best.

There were no lights, no Northern Star,

just drunks in bars smoking cigars.

Christmas was now only a myth, just another pointless twenty-fifth.

If I could, I w...

If joy was a seed,

I’d plant it everywhere,

By the river, by the mountains,

even where there’s dirty air.

If joy was a seed,

I’d have joy bees,

That spread it around

the flowers and trees.

If joy was a star,

It would shine the brightest,

So everyone can see it,

Even at their darkest.

If joy was all mine,

I’d share it with you,

Cause all the best things,

Come in two....