This Christmas feels different.
But yet, everything is the same.
The people I love are still around.
The same Christmas specials are on TV.
The holiday lights are still twinkling.
But yet, this Christmas feels different.
This Christmas feels different.
I'm haunted by my trials and tribulations.
The people I've harmed
Are safe from my arms.
This Christmas feels different.
Because the holiday cards did not get sent,
There are presents not purchased.
And the voices in my head are mean.
This Christmas feels different.
Because I've made enemies of my friends,
And closed my heart.
Alone By: Samantha Jean Tate
Alone.
Just me and my cats
In a house built for two
It's cozy
Sipping my water at the kitchen table
Looking out the window
At the empty lot
That once housed my best friend
Remembering the time he had a turtle under his house
Then, I watched it burn down as an adult
Because of the faulty Christmas lights
Alone.
Not a neighbor I connect with
And I kind of like it that way
On other days I yearn for
When everyone on the block knew each other.
Alone.
Not a single soul.
Just me, myself, and I
It's peaceful
It's serenity
I don't have to deal with your shit anymore
Just deal with my stuff
Not exactly tough.
Alone.
No one matches my values
And I'm glad because I stand out.
I'd rather be by myself
Then be with someone who is openly hateful
And degrading.
Alone.
Yes, I like it here.
I couldn't have picked a better place
To be alone.
Christmas Eve On Allen Street
By: Samantha Jean Tate
The snow lightly comes down.
trickling like a gentle rainfall.
The smell of blue spruce trees fills the air.
its needles poking me as I hang each ornament with care.
Bright, colorful wrapping paper decorates the treasured gifts under the tree.
Joy and excitement fill my stomach.
as I eagerly await the next day that will be filled with bliss, wonderment, warmth, and love.
I can hardly sleep a wink.
waiting to catch "Santa" in the act.
It's the best day of the year, tomorrow.
But to me, the best day is already happening tonight, as the world shuts down and says goodnight,
and "Merry Christmas" whispers linger throughout the hall.
This Christmas
By: Samantha Jean Tate
This Christmas is different.
No tree.
No you.
No presents.
No parties.
Just memories of Christmases past
When the house was loud with love
And now, deafeningly quiet.
Tell me, what do you love or dislike about Christmas and the holidays? Let me know your thoughts! As you can see, Christmas is a time where it's heavy and lighthearted at the same time for me. I want to know what Christmas is like for you!
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