Black Christmas Giles Corey

The trees have dropped their leaves
And all pretense of living
Followed with frozen sleep
And forgetting summer’s name

I raise my hands to winter
Barest branches form a shape
The sky has frozen over
And I will do the same

Cut the tree down and drag it in
Drape it’s body in ornaments
Like us it once was a living thing
But we stole its life
And limb

It’s a black, black season
It’s a black, black season
And I don't need no reason
To be sad on Christmas day