Christmas

An empty room,
An extinct fireplace.
A Why?
A How?
No because.
No answer.

I sit alone while my eyes dance with the shadows.
The wind blows outside,
Myself wishes to be swept away by him.
It is so strong it scares me,
I whimper.

The snowflakes that will never fall,
The candle that will be worn off.
That's Christmas…. Right?

The presents that were already open,
So the children could have their happiness.
The food that was barely touched,
So that grownups can have their party.
That's Christmas, isn't it?

The mistletoe that was ignored.
The smiles that are never real.
The broken families;
That's Christmas.

The "I wanna have this" and "I have to have that!"
The egoism and differences.

Christmas is not about family
Christmas is not about friendship.
Christmas is not about helping the other and wait nothing in return.

Not at all!

Christmas is about what she got that I didn't get.
Christmas is about giving an ideal to the kids that everyone knows is wrong.

"You will be happy if you get presents under the tree"
"I love you if you give me something that I want!!"

Presents.
_{Ideals
Love…}

As I go to the roof and let my blanket be taken from me.
I whisper:
"Christmas is awesome, isn't it?"