It's over. It's finally, finally over.
I can go home now, away from all
Consumerism and artificial fluff,
Away from middle-aged men living
In pretense of a half-remembered tale,
Away from women trying to sell
Shoes I can never wear, away from false smiles.
I can enter a world of somber jolliness,
Of red, brown, grey, white, orange and green
Darting and sketching around my living room.
The Christmas tree stands in the corner,
Waiting patiently to expel its burdened joy,
Along with the snowflakes hanging on
Nothing. I go to the kitchen, where my mom is
Crooning 'Last Christmas' with a smeared whisk.
I smile without irony, and go to help her.
Because there's one day, one day in the year
When we can't help but radiate cheer to
One another. When family can come with
All reasons to be crazy awesome.
When our grocery budget is twice the
Expense for the fun of it. When the
Russian Squat Dance is actually worth it.
When we can all stay huddled up
On the couch all night for non-perverted
Reasons. After all, it's one day.
One day where you want to say I love you.
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Poetry Corner
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
