Give Chritmas a Chance

Mention of death

It all ends in rotting flesh, 

And then you'll feel nothing. 

Spend 364 days praying for this,

And its forgotten with the stuffing. 

Forgotten is to strong a world. 

Maybe tucked beneath. 

Hide the pain behind the merry. 

Hold away the grief. 

A few hours won't change it. 

Won't fix the broken branch. 

But for the sake, for the joy of them. 

You give Christmas a chance.