every year:
after Thanksgiving
the whole world
seemed to be dressed
in red and green
and snow white with colored lights
with everyone was playing
the same music,
and then on
December 26
it all stops.
All the laughter,
the music,
togetherness
and everything just gets
dark and cold
and dull.
Every January
I go into my post-Christmas funk.
I know it's all
an illusion of
togetherness
this worldwide party
to celebrate the birth of Jesus.
In December its easier
to accept my longing
for a larger shared experience,
for something special
maybe even a miracle.
So as I gather the Christmas
decorations and the cds and
put them back into storage,
I wait out January
determined that it won't
get me down,
and I look forward
to the anniversary of my sobriety,
to my wife's birthday,
to Valentine's Day,
to February.
[Posted for The Tuesday Platform at Imaginaary Garden with Real Toads.]
