I feel like I’ve lost
that childhood merriment this
holiday season.

Brightly colored gifts
with your name written on top –
surprises inside.

This Christmas season
I just want good memories,
tied up in a bow.

Leave the porch light on
so we can find our way home
on the darkest nights.

Hot chocolate Christmas
around a roaring fireplace,
melted marshmallows.

A Charlie Brown tree –
though ragged and worn it is
proudly on display.

Friday’s a temptress,
teasing for ages before
she offers herself.

You wicked Wednesday;
you herald glad tidings but
you still make us wait.

Murky Monday morn,
the corpse of a weekend and
we’re all dressed in black.

Don’t mourn for the lost
mourn instead for the living
who survived to mourn.