The streets are filled with cheer
That’s what they say
Unbearable noise is all I hear
Making it harder than the normal day
Look at the pretty lights
Over there on the tree
It’s a painful sight
For no one but me
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
The phrase I hear them mutter
Then why am I filled with such fear
Reluctant to enter the shops, they’ve all become such a clutter
Too much noise, too much fuss
Decorations making the world too bright
Can no one see this but us
Our opinion denied, told we’re not right
To celebrate this holiday as we’re expected
To me it does not appeal
No one giving a thought as to how we’re affected
How overwhelmed we feel
A quiet Christmas is best for me
No loud eccentric music, dimmed lights on the tree
I ask the public to consider and see
That this is Christmas for autistic me
Thank you for writing this beautiful poem. My daughter had autism and this poem makes it so much easier for people to understand what she sees and feels at this time of year. You are an inspiration x
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It’s wonderful to hear that my poem has been of some help – that’s all I wish, that it will provide a voice for those also on the spectrum. Thank you for your kind words.
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Brill words Billie. Very, very proud and happy that this blog is helping others like you.
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Love you Grandma x
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