A Christmas without snow,
was certainly last year.
The feeling was low,
and the rain was sheer.

I looked out my window,
saw the rain coming down.
The weather was a show
of the mood in my town.

Christmas Day came,
I had nothing to do,
even though it was lame,
I had to do something new.

I went on Whyville,
just for fun.
I had time to kill,
my caring was none.

Tradition was gone,
that sad year.
Snow wasn't on the lawn,
on my face was a tear.

That night at dinner,
I prayed with my family.
Was I a sinner,
to be given such a terrible Christmas?

I prayed all night,
I wished on a star
with all my might,
and went into the car.

I drove down the road,
didn't know where I was,
maybe the load
would come off my back.

I went to a house,
and looked through the window.
Even their mouse
was singing carols so joyfully.

I yearned to be with them,
Yearned for snow,
A symbol of happiness and so much more,
to happen this Christmas Day.

I then saw a vision,
red and white colors,
splashed throughout my mind,
was it Santa Claus?
was I even sane?

The hours went on as I stared at the vision,
and finally I turned around.

Afterword: Never may a Christmas be as dim as this.