Oh, Christmas is coming, a season aglow,
Yet in my solitude, emotions ebb and flow.
A scholar by day, in the halls I tread,
Yearning for the night where my verses are bred.

Through lessons learned and wisdom acquired,
I seek solace in words, by passion inspired.
Teaching the minds that in daylight gleam,
In the night, I chase the remnants of a dream.

Alone I stand, a lone poet in the quiet,
In the hush of the eve, where verses alight.
As the moon ascends, casting shadows near,
I pen down emotions, drawing them near.

This Christmas, a different tale unfolds,
Five empty chairs, memories untold.
Through corridors of time, echoes persist,
A celebration alone, in solitude kissed.

Oh, my children, a chorus of distant cheer,
In the tapestry of life, threads unclear.
Gifts wrapped for many, yet unopened for some,
In the quietude, I miss the laughter that's gone.

The tree adorned with lights that gleam,
A reminder of a distant, cherished dream.
The festive table set for one, not five,
Yet, in my heart, your spirits thrive.

Through this wintry night, I craft a verse,
A lullaby for the missing, a universe.
In the dance of words, love takes flight,
Guiding me through this silent Christmas night.

In the symphony of solitude, my verses sing,
A poignant melody, emotions on the wing.
Through the quiet, my strength takes flight,
For in this stillness, my heart finds its light.

Oh, Christmas, a solitary embrace,
Yet within my words, a powerful grace.
In the echoes of silence, a resilience grows,
A story untold, in each verse it shows.

As I learn, teach, and write into the night,
A solitary poet, yet fierce is my might.
In the emptiness, a celebration takes flight,
A resilient spirit, a beacon in the night.