Hello my friend, please dim the light
A tale I have for you tonight
About a man, who long ago
Was hanging up the mistletoe
For ‘twas December, and time for he
To decorate the Christmas tree
This man; a husband, a father, too
His family should come first, it’s true
And yet ‘twas something, about this man
He always tried, hard as he can
To make sure all his neighbors, friends
Thought of him highly, through rosy lens
Even when his family’d thirst
His image always would come first
When the world would look, they’d see
This sad and false reality
And on that day, as he hung the tree
A decision forced to make, was he
The ornaments were not enough
To fill all of the branches up
‘Twas just enough, in this small crate
For half the tree to decorate
One side, beauty; one side, bare
And as he finished, the man stood there
As they shifted, his eyes looked slow
Between the room and bay window
Who would see the lights? Decide
His family? Or the world outside
He did not want them all to see
He can’t afford to dress this tree
Frowning, as his thoughts collide
He chose to face the lights outside
When he was done, he turned to bear
His five year old son standing there
“Hello Daddy,” he said to Dad
“What’s wrong? The tree, it looks so sad.”
Looking at the boy, he said
“Don’t fret my son, it’s time for bed.”
He tucked him in, and with a blink
For one brief moment, began to think
But just as always, his thoughts would steer
To justifying; his conscience, clear
Then, as he laid down with his wife
He smiled, proud of his false life
So now, my friend, some thoughts have I
To share with you, about his lie
For far too often, our story here
Rings true to others, both far and near
And is, I ask, it really fair?
For any true “friend” wouldn’t care
How rich, how poor, our quirks and plights
Truth is that we all have these nights
I wonder why it caused him strife
Those folks weren’t even in his life
Remember friend this story, please
And consider your priorities
How the World Should Work 