Rusty

It's that time of year once again
That time when people like to spend
Time with family and friends
At least that's the message breakfast shows send

I wonder if people feel rusty and old
Some relationships might've been left damp and cold
Through the year things that time mysteriously stole
Now discovered missing as conversations unfold

Silence 'midst ringing of cash registers and bells
Silent sighs drowned as Christmas choruses swell
Violence on shorelines supposedly quelled
Heat waves aren't friendly but you never could tell

It's that time of year once again
That time that's an excuse for people to spend
Money on their family and friends
At least that's the message advertisements send

Christmas morning, people calling
Churches fill, celebrating the birth of a child
Seemingly irrelevant, traditional and mild
Red-green colour blindness takes over for a while