X-mas

There's no snow.
But it's so very cold outside.
Everybody's hurrying to get home.
To go to their family or lovers.
Me?
I'm walking through the streets,
on my own. Nowhere to go or no
place to stay, wandering in the orange street-lights.
Suddenly, it starts snowing and I stop to
watch the first crystals coming down.
Then I continue in the search of some bar.
To walk in and drink my misery away