Christmas arrives, dispelling gloom.

In the city's belly, where glass giants loom,
Christmas arrives, dispelling gloom.
Lights flicker in hues of pine and wine,
In the grimiest metropolis, you'll ever find.

Santa's chariot, silent on the street,
Where aspirations are trampled under feet.
No snow descends, no stars ignite,
In the urban sprawl on Christmas night.

But in the taverns, the spirits pour,
Warming the denizens of the city's core.
Solitary hearts toast to the day,
Another Christmas, fading away.

here's to the metropolis, harsh and severe,
Where Christmas is just another day of the year.
Yet, in its grasp, there's a certain allure,
In the city's embrace, cold and pure.