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Holiday Blues

It really happens. Everyone is exuding glee an emitting sheer wintery bliss, I sit alone with a frost bit nose and not sure why.  It doesn’t make much sense, because this is my favorite time of year.  Not for the holidays, the chilly weather opens up the options in my closet and the accessories are limitless.  But this Christmas I felt as blue as my royal, velvet skirt.  The meaning of my actions whirled in my head, though I tried not to take myself too seriously. Then my mom gave me a book: “God’s Wisdom for Mothers”.  It wasn’t the joy suffocating be or the twinkling lights in airports blinding my eyes.  It was and is the simple notion of not belonging.  Whether because of loss of kin or Christ, Christmas seems to be a reminder for many of what we don’t have.  Some people over spend, others help those in need, and even those who have lost a family member feel the pressure of something missing.  Though my situation doesn’t compare to familial death,  I feel an immortal death from my family.  Will I be with them in the afterlife? I can only follow truth to the best of my ability.  But in the full bliss of Christmas, the tree doesn’t reflect it’s true meaning but symbolizes to me everything Christmas isn’t.  Melancholy, yes.  At least I got to wear a cute velvet skirt!

Sitting on an iron bench

Father winter wispers

My silk blouse gives the sun

A peak

Licking the wind on icy skin

Mother calls me home

My bones clatter down below

A wistle