Christmas

A holiday poem

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I sit by the window late at night
It’s here
It’s that time of year again
Decorations get hung out
People go home to their families
Themed parties pouring out onto the brightly lit streets
music drowning our ears on repeat
And the snow begins to fall
But it's not joys and celebrations
It’s also survival
It’s a painful reminder
It’s the day of the year that passes by like a wandering phantom
Just another day on the calendar
Bracing for the cold
For the loneliness
lost bonds and broken homes
Unkept promises
Graves smothered in a pile of snow
Empty whiskey bottles
Walking amongst the festivities alone with no family to be with
Begging on the streets for some sympathy
It’s here
A time of giving
A time for forgiving
A time for Joy.
But we shouldn’t take it for granted
What we are blessed with
Others long for
Family celebrations
A warm fireplace when it gets cold
Someone to share the holiday spirit with
Instead of another whiskey bottle
The snow begins to fall
People’s hopes arrive with the snow
A chance at new beginnings
Another shot at love
A shot at redemption
A chance for a better life
A season of change
Everyone deserves a bit of kindness
A bit of joy
A shard of hope
So it’s that time of year
When the snow begins to fall