25 de Diciembre

December 25th

On December 25th, I find myself alone
In the house, how sad Christmas is
Just a little tree in a corner blinking
With its on and off.
There are two plates on the table waiting for her to come back
But she will never return,
She left one afternoon leaving a written goodbye
And never came back.
There are two glasses waiting for a toast I long for
But there's no one to toast with,
The flowers are withered and the house so dark
How sad Christmas is.
I want to raise a glass with a prayer to the sky
For those who are not here,
I toast to the humblest and for every child to have
Their bread on the table.
I go to look at the door hoping for a silhouette
That I will never see,
The laughter of my neighbors, with all their joy
They can't infect me.
The silence of the night invades my body and soul
I'm sick with loneliness,
A bouquet of white roses laid on the table
Already withered from waiting.
There are two glasses waiting for a toast I long for
But there's no one to toast with,
The flowers are withered and the house so dark
How sad Christmas is.
I want to raise a glass with a prayer to the sky
For those who are not here,
I toast to the humblest and for every child to have
Their bread on the table.
And for every child to have their bread on the table.