I sat alone in the single room house
playing some soul and carols
taking to God loudly in my head
wishing i could take the next flight home
christmas passed unknown.
i didnt bake or have dessert
just portage made in my rice cooker.
the day was lonely and the nights were cold.
I stepped out to the bar a few miles
just to share some love in a strange land
i simply sat alone at my table
raised my legs to the sofa,
clung unto my knitted shrug
looked up to the beautiful fireworks
but i wasnt home. It didnt feel like Xmas
their was no fire, no trees, crackers.
just the snow,a penny of love and dull streets
no loud carols playing from the church next door
no family to eat turkey with.
light the tree for i am coming home.