Comfortless on this special Christmas day
I mourn the loss of loved ones
yet I remember only the pain
of those relationships

Now fatherless it has been over ten years
my memories have faded
but my feelings not subsided

For I remember all those times we decorated
the pagan bush with adornments
bulbs of color always shattering with those
tiny hooks and pine needles poking

my cornea with every glance to excited
looks at what might be my surprise on
the morning of

placing Angel's on high and watching
those blinking lights press on into the night
the next morning was always so quiet

awake but the sixish hour of dawn
alone with my new toys
but without my loved ones

things must continue but let us not pretend
this is not joyous because
family never came first

but stuff was important mostly, not even food
so the prodigy child you wasted with trite
inundations of commercialism and materialism
so explain that Angel again on the top high

it sits there watching weighing it's pendulum
swing on the fulcrum of your indecision and
leaves it's judgment on us like a thunderbolt
laying its nature upon the gravity we trust

yet we exist on a moving rock the memories
stain Christmas with bitter so distasteful
the reminiscence of it soothes my pallet
while the forgetfulness of it all clears away
crackling like the flickering of fireplace logs.

12/25/2009

Posted on 12/29/2009
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