She’d chosen carefully
Each one had to be just perfect
Bright colours that whispered happiness
A sprinkle of moon dust suggesting hope
Cheerfulness ingrained in the whole.
Sighing, she carefully positioned the card
On top of her black and white TV.
And sunk back into her seat to
To watch the Christmas Carols
As a tear trickled down her cheek.
Lonely and alone.
Please remember that Christmas isn’t cheerful for everyone and if you can donate to an organisation which assists, please do.