Throngs of people milling about
The stores, shopping, without a doubt
That it is absolutely necessary
To buy that non-functional but pretty accessory
To give as a gift to someone whose name
Appears on their holiday list, it’s part of the game
An unwritten rule that circulates in society
Says exchanging gifts constitutes propriety
So stressed out and frantic, tired souls attempt
To buy “meaningful gifts”, while each dollar spent
Escalates the stress that has been persistent
Casting its ugly shadows over holiday sentiment..
Your love for someone has to be tangible-
Gift-wrapped, anything else is unthinkable
Holidays are for spreading warmth and cheer
But all that is lost under the thin veneer
Of lips forced into smiles that demons hide
Of stress, over money and exhaustion, deep inside-
Time to remember-holidays don’t come from the store
Maybe the holidays mean something more…
This holiday season I wish you the best
Hope you put holiday stress to rest!
P.S. The picture here depicts Santa’s gift delivery system for Christmas- at Yankee Candle Village, MA
Of lips forced into smiles that demons hide – Brilliant!!! Just Brilliant! I read your other work also, and your words are like myriad of colours split across a prism – they are crisp and very real.
I’m highly impressed by your writing style. Keep up the good work.
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Thank you for your encouraging comments!
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