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TIS THE SEASON

It's time for Christmas trees and bright lights,
No Christmas color here, my world black N white.

Sunny Southern Cali, No chance of snow,
No Santa this year, he has no get up and go.

Broke no money to buy gifts and presents,
I think I might need some Anti-depressants.

No stuffing of stockings going on here,
Just another lonely day, will play it by ear.

No smiles, no laughter, silence thru out the house,
I'm cold and lonely and poor as a mouse.

No frosty the snowman outside my window sill,
Isolation and loneliness the coldness of a chill.

No cookies, no fudge, no Christmas pie,
No Saint Nick or a twinkling of an eye.

My sisters and friends make sure I have some gifts,
They stop by my spirit they try to lift.

All I can say it's been one hell of a year,
I dug down deep, can't find my Christmas cheer.

I say the sooner the year is gone the better,
This is my Christmas Dear John Letter.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

I think you may have mislabeled this as being free verse, but no matter. I hear you! Christmas wasn't much for many people this year. Hey! there is always this year; says the eternal optimist! I see you covered just about everything that the Christmas season entails, and I wouldn't change a thing. I am as glad as you, to be done with the old year. Good luck with this new one!
~ Geezer.
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