About our Xmas, we are always wrong
Old resentments rise like mist on moss
Yet we may enjoy the Xmas songs
On the Northern hills my heart belongs
There is too much space for me to cross
About this season, we are often wrong
See the family bare their human fangs
Anger is a stand in for our loss
Yet we may enjoy the Xmas songs
On the wall, the Xmas cards all hang
On the pathm we see the patterned frost
About this season, admit we are wrong
“Stille Nacht” the warring armies sang
What remains is less than what was lost
We are saddened by such carolled songs
On we eat,regardless of the cost
And the tons of paper and of waste
About a Xmas, we are sometimes wrong
Yet we must enjoy the Xmas songs
How my heart sings 