It’s the lonely season

When grief settles a matter

And memories haunt

Instead of prompting laughter

It’s the lonely season

A time to numb and deny

An ache that persists

No happy ending in sight

It’s the lonely season

When a taste or sound or smell

Serves as a reminder

Of days when all was well

It’s the lonely season

Meet the Christmas ghosts

Midnight spirits intrude

To mock a troubled soul

It’s the lonely season

When refugees were turned away

And a baby wasn’t welcome

For those alone, we pray