A lonely Christmas tree.
His cold face, flushed in a desolation, his dreams are axed.
Stood he pale, waxed.
He smiled, singing a lullaby to his room
Which shrinks every day.
On the table, his broken watch lay.
A lonely Christmas tree.
The room shrunk again, his nails felt brittle.
His hair fluttered in thin cold air, he has turned little.
Merry Christmas, said he.
My kin ghosted me, I have only me.
A lonely Christmas tree.
His feet sunk inside the floor
Rattled the ancient scruffy door.
His mouth gasped to the atrocity of silence.
He mumbled, Eh! Nothing makes sense!
A lonely Christmas tree.
The room hid him, before the walls.
A fate of social exile befalls.
Feat. Smile by Jimmy Durante (remastered edition from Joker)
