Christmas Charade

It's that time of year again
When all is merry, or at least we pretend
But red is pale, like black turns grey,
All colours fade
And nights are silent
Cause were tired of our days

We hope for rednosed reindeer's lights
To give us guidance
On how we can end these fights
On how to heal and reconcile
But it seems winter is a state of mind

We're not fine

It's that time of year, I know
When we proclaim that all is good
If it's covered in snow
And we adhere to cultural beliefs
We don't really know
And leave our hope for love
Under misplaced misteltoe

We wait for one-horse open sleighs
To bring us closer
To what we can not convey
And we sing carols out to drown
How silent love is
When it has fallen to the ground

We're not fine

People say though seasons change
What we repress will stay the same
If we keep looking away
The boughs of holly arent frozen yet
But all flowers will drown
The day the snow melts
And leaves everything wet
All that is good will come to an end
But this was bad even before it began
So let us then play this annual game of pretend

All hail this christmas charade
And dry our eyes
With a tissue of lies

We're not fine