A rushed and crushed christmas i'll never get used to.
Arriving home with no time to spare. Everything seems staged.
being sucker punched - poked by the undecorated pine
winded by the wilting pointsettas
so I sit alone on Christmas Eve writing
watching reruns of the X-files with lingering thoughts of friends
and their families
Thankful for my own celebration, but wishing
to awaken on Christmas day to a decorated tree and family soon to
arive.
But tomorrow will be another day of wreathes and decorated TV
sets
where television casts wish each other good will
while I watch in my sweatpants and blue slippers
Overexcitement over gifts has led to a spoiled surprise and a void.
I'll be leaving soon to return to my bubble...where Christmas never happened.