Frore

Bells begin to ring, people begin to sing,
lights blink in the night, some red, some green, some white.

Jingle, jingle! The bells jingle,
people get together, eat, a couple mingle.
Married ones, dating ones, alone and single
everyone has fun and they all commingle.

The music picks up, “Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way”
the people sway, and the children play
a joyous night and a wonderous day!
Bells begin to ring, people begin to sing,
lights blink in the night, some red, some green, some white.

Happy faces smiling, a tiny baby crying
sad it’s mother’s dying, alone it’s surviving.

The music plays on, “Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh”
the people sway, and the children play
a darkened night on a Christmas Day.
Bells begin to ring, people begin to sing
lights blink in the night, some red, some green, some white.

The party is on fire! It was, now is not
Embers burning faintly, still very hot.

The music plays on, “It’s Christmas”
the people lay, and the children are away
a depressing night, on a Christmas Day.
Bells no longer ring, people no longer sing
lights blink in the night, all red, no green, no white.

None of it was real, Christmas this year was years ago,
the people deceased, some of the children still grow.
One was five now sixteen,
memories fixating on one scene.

Bells begin to ring, Other people begin to sing…
It’s not the family known to mind, it’s another family enjoying Christmas this time.

Lights blink in the night, some red, some green, some white…
It’s not the house known to mind, that blinks so, that home is abandoned since years ago.

Jingle, jingle. The bells jingle, the clock ticks.
“Mr. Botkin it’s time to eat.”
“Is that you Mariam? I just want to sleep.” says the man
“After I feed you food, and pour drink in your mouth, you can.”
“Yes, this jacket may prove to hinder me in that act alone.” says the man
“You won’t be leaving it for a while, so don’t make any plans.”
“But why Mariam? Why must I stay bound, arms and hands?” asks the man
“How many times do I have to remind you before you won’t forget?
“This is the last time and I’ll be in your debt” says he
“You killed your ex-wife and burned your home on Christmas Day…”
“Your baby still inside the home crying as you walked away.”

Jingle, jingle. The bells jingle, the straitjacket tingles.
Mr. Botkin the murderer and divorced single.

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