By Kurt W. Bubna
When your Christmas isn’t merry
And your soul more dark than white.
When the lights don’t make you festive
And you cry throughout the night.
When the memories of the years gone by
Seem like ghosts of Christmas past
And you wonder how you got here now.
Lost, weary, sad, behind some mask
Remember, there was another night.
Full of questions, doubts, and fears
In a stable made for creatures tight
Came the answer to our tears.