Christmas compulsion
Christmas is a difficult time for me. Always has been. So while Iâve been at work, my brain has been percolating in poetry. I was compelled to write down some of the myriad feelings I have regarding this time. Â
All these photos of happy families Dressed up in their Christmas jammes Clogging and cluttering up my feed I feel frustration rise And it comes as no surprise To identify this feeling as greed
Their joy is not something I know Holidays just go to show That my family knows not who I am Despite all my hopes and talking I empty out my stocking To find that no one heard or gave a damn
Tis the season to be jolly With evergreen and holly But tempers flare with the faintest spark They say they see the light And they sing O Holy Night But I have seen all their eyes go dark
They wish me a Merry Christmas And then ask me where this is If we are out, I see their bright mood leave Their demeanor turns quite scary But if so necessary Why wait to shop until Christmas Eve?
Outside is the jingling of the bell But all the ringers tell Is despite my donation I will burn So past their calls I trudged Judge not lest ye be judged What awaits you when it is your turn?
They say good will to man Spending all they can But ignoring those who truly are in need Itâs material and crass And thoroughly burns my ass To see such blatant forms of greed
The carolers they sing The joyful noises bring Peace and hope and light begin to surge But when I try my hand To accompany the band My carol becomes a Christmas dirge
There must be something that I miss Under mistletoe they kiss But even that gives me no peace of mind Iâll hide out after Halloween Just to avoid this scene And perhaps then, Iâll find my own kind
But I plaster a smile on my face Don my hat with bells and lace And fake my festive self for one more year But they never care to see How much this act is hurting me And the twinkle in my eye is just a tear
So as you wage your Christmas war Remember what this time is for Would Jesus be proud or filled with shame? He died for us in love So can you rise above And act according to his name?
Canât it be a quiet celebration Of charity, illumination Of giving not receiving just one time Remembering his birth Working toward some peace on earth And only then toward heaven do we climb
























