Saturday, January 14, 2012

from a poetry prompt

It's gone
The magic of Christmas

Christmas decorations
In my house
Are no more inspiring
Than empty dinner plates

Random houses
With colored lights
Remind me
Of being cold

I love shopping
I love making people

I want them to have joy
When they open
And think kindly of me

But there is no magic

1 comment:

  1. Hey, I hear that, as the years get further along, Christmas seems like just another nine letter word.