The holidays, the time I love the best.
Wrapped gifts placed round the garlanded Christmas tree,
The chilly air filled up with joy and twee.
But all that is completely meaningless.

The products became center of the mess,
Not family, friends, faith, reality,
All things that truly matter most to me.
No wonder I am possibly depressed!

Humanity’s been like this since my youth,
Wrapped up in something rich, comfort to hold.

Each year we seem to lose the grimmest truth.
That presents will be lost, glint fade from gold,
And after all the feasts and sweet vermouth,
As years go past, we’ll all grow stiff and cold.