The day is dark and cold.





All is silent and still,





except for the muffled





Cries of their love ones,





as time stands still.





Everyone dressed in black,





Crying, crying for their ones





To come back to them.





As the preacher says the sermon,





The wind blows and carries the





Sound of the muffle cries along





With it, as it blows.





The Christmas spirit has gone away,





For it’s the day of the funeral,





And the sun is gone, and all





That’s heard, are the muffled cries





Of their love ones.





But when it’s all said and done,




The sun will come out again.