Christmas

Driving home from Christmas
Cars are few on the road
People limited, kept into houses
And the only drivers those who
Travel from their families
People wave happily,
Smiles upon faces that
Will last some.seconds before fading
But they are truly sincere
As they say goodbye for another year
No snow lies on the ground
Yet the fog is thick and greying
Like an old man with hot mulled wine
Mist caught about his beard
Lights stop us briefly
But no one crosses before the cards
Save those dedicated to their dogs
No shops at open
Save that take away 'Barbecue Kings'
With saddened hearts eating within
Some have no company for Christmas
And when they drive they are alone
They are not leaving homes
Instead they instill the façade and pretend
They go for food or other means
And say that today was another day
Another time, just the same