"Black Christmas"

by: Ma. Keziah L. Aninon

Christmas is near
The time of the year
I can hear the rain is pouring
As I feel the temperature’s dripping
Silently staring into the window and saw nothing
There’s no life to be seen

Everything has changed

The symbol of Christmas has vanished
Joy and Enthusiasm were swept like a gust of wind
Unlike before, A Christmas to remember
Now, safety means staying behind closed doors.