The christmas tree stands alone,
The atmosphere is colored but not changed.
The decorations are merely just that.
Emptiness stands behind the
Presence of holiday greetings.
It isn’t just the hallmark movies and the cookies while i’m older.
It’s missing you, that’s what doesn’t feel the same.
Even the christmas weed can’t uplift
The same old christmas spirit.
The blankets don’t warm me as much,
Cinnamon doesn’t smell as good.