I Hate Christmas Poem by Anisa Tara
I Hate Christmas
The piano keys and the beating drum,
The triangle trees and red coloured fun.
All these bitter reminders,
That I am still missing someone.
I hate the sound of Christmas,
All its bells and chimes.
The festivities and the joy,
The carols and the rhymes.
If there was a place on earth,
Exempt from Christmas cheer,
A special bubble or a void,
I would make my home here.
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