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The Christmas bell is silent,

cold air fills the night.

No more faith in Santa Clause,

Bah Humbug is my plight.



Gone is the spirit of the season,

with love, warmth, and faith.

Replaced with empty feelings,

melancholy is my place.



Christmas starts way to early,

two months of season hype.

Can't get through the holidays,

without my usual gripe.



But come that Christmas morning,

when children's joys soar.

My heart fills with magical spirit,

and I hear the bell once more.