When Santa finishes his route
And the menorah candles are blown out
All the family gatherings have ceased
That love from blood is only leased
Once friends go back to their schools
That cold air is the only one that rules
There is no life left in this town
At night there isn\'t even a sound
What will this inanimate object do
Ill tell you not a single clue
I sure cant sit and cry
Freeze my face in this by and by
At least I still have this pen
With paper I occupy this den
It doesn\'t put my brain all at ease
Hard to write about beauty with leafless trees
Still I continue a beggar cant be a chooser
Maybe in fact I am just another loser
But complaining does nothing in changing these times
Lights don\'t stay on from mediocre rhymes.