The shiny red bauble twirled on the thread
As I hung it on the slender fir twig
A globe so shiny with a festive look
Reminded me of a ripened fig
The surface gleamed under fairy lights
That gave the tree a glamorous glow
A sight we yearn to see all year
We wait till the icy winds start to blow
The shiny bauble surface reflected
So many things in front of her
Fairy lights and tinsel threads
Wooden stars and needles of fir
On the glossy surface, I saw
A familiar face staring back at me
With tiresome eyes heavy and drawn
Trodden under troubles one would not speak
A sad face reflecting on a happy bauble
Revealing the truth of the world forlorn
I smiled for a while to see how it matched
Though fake, it suited the festive red glow