The night before Christmas

I felt so much emptiness 
Hugging myself. 
My room was so cold 
My nose was blocked. 

My heart is yearning
For a Christmas in my own house 
I miss my kitchen and living room
I miss my home-cooked food. 

There are a lot of things missing 
That I can’t seem to feel 
I received a lot of greetings 
But can’t fill the void of my longing heart. 

It must have been so much nice 
If I were at my own home 
And the whole house would be warm
With my family’s presence. 

But, I am here alone 
Trying to console myself 
not to be sad 
Because like today, 
tomorrow will pass. 

© Ligaw Makata