D..cold chamber

The spirit of good will is on me
It's another season of shaking hands
Kissing and future plans.

We all wish for snow
To give us that winter glow
Warming mulled wine
Yes it's Christmas time.

But all these things sicken me
And tear at my hope
On the eve of this special day.

A knock on my door
They think it's you, they say.

As I look at this home of cheer
All your gifts are waiting here
Underneath that haunting tree
There's a gift from you to me.

All the tales of the yuletide
I would tell to you
of our God of Love.

The power above.

In this cold chamber
Oh my God it's your face
Little virgin body ripped to the loin
The hollowed eyes of suffering.

To my God I curse.
Priest keep your verse.