The piano keys and the beating drum, 
The triangle trees and red coloured fun.
All these bitter reminders, 
That I am still missing someone.
I hate the sound of Christmas, 
All its bells and chimes.
The festivities and the joy, 
The carols and the rhymes.
If there was a place on earth, 
Exempt from Christmas cheer, 
A special bubble or a void, 
I would make my home here.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    