A christmas carol

It's as beautiful as it is every year, everyone is happy, because Christmas is here again, the cold winds howl quietly. The family together, and everyone is happy, no one argues with each other, the hatred seems dead. But I'll tell you what it really is, because no one says it, a tragedy that no one forgets, the construct is always being built. Nobody knows what it's really about, Christ doesn't beat in anyone's heart, The cold moon that stands in the sky shines into my bed of down. But everyone wants a drink, the festival is a single intoxication, the good times have passed, the ether looks sad.