the eve of our Savior's birth
the time of fulfilment
the night when the wise men seek
to seek for the One True King.
two thousand years later
things seemed to get better
lights on streets shine brighter
and goods sold at a price much dearer
it's so quiet in the office today
all of them seeking fun out there
i dun wish to be part if this silence
neither do i wish to part of the busy fair
so much time in hand
also so much things on hand
so many people to think of
so little capital to spare
never have been crappier than this
never wish to be pseudo poetic
just that i feel quite lost and lonely
in this festive season of joy
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