The tree is up,
But there’ll be no ornaments this year:
They’ve all gone off to hang on another tree
For the family Christmas.
But it also feels like a statement:
Life now is feeling barren,
The values we thought made this country great,
That we were proud to uphold,
No longer embodied by its leaders
Or, apparently, cherished
By those who chose them,
Yet still, stripped of our hopes for a kinder world,
We choose to brighten our tiny corner
And share what joys we’ve gathered
Through the years as best we can.
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