The windows are drafty,My warm perch is now cold,
Bare is the landscape,
Bird's songs long told.
The air is charged, nerves wired and tight,
So much is different, my impulse is flight.
The talk is just fine, of love, peace and hope.
Yet actions speak different, they just seem to cope.
A tree I can't touch, shiny toys not for me.
What is it all for, are we not too family?
Let me know when its over, we'll just do our own thing.
You're too busy to notice, all I hear is ka-ching.
Just give me a few boxes, ribbons and paper to tear.
Spend your money on better things, such as my friends needing care.
I speak for those you do not hear.
I speak for those you do not see.
Behind closed doors, cages out of our sight.
They wait and they hope for an end to their plight.
Let them too seek hope for the New Year.
Let them too enjoy peace and feel secure.
Let them too share love and hold someone dear.
I love you my family, my heart belongs to you,
I thank you sincerely, for all that you do.
Happy Holidays to all!
