Christmas Spirit Poem by David Darbyshire

To be alone at Christmas,
is not a fun thing at all.
It's like sitting in an empty class,
or no one to call.

My Christmas spirit is gone,
somewhere I do not know.
I am feeling like a useless pawn,
no where to go.

I close my eye's and wonder,
how much fun it could be.
I do not need any thunder,
wish something was under my tree.

I have been a good boy,
this everyone can see.
But still I didn't get a toy,
how good do you have to be?

I do love and I do give,
only how much more?
All I really want is to live,
and let Christmas spirit through the door.