Today is.. Uhhhh.

[astorite]

No one really has stockings anymore,
A lot of people don't even have a tree.
Friends and family come and go,
And what you want most is probably free.
Snow hardly falls for everyone,
And we spend the day almost normally.

Yet still, and all the same,
It's a day where life slows, chilled.
While it may not leave you breathless,
And you have no stockings filled;
At least the world might take a break,
All it's light and noise, stilled.

If not quite a full, lasting peace,
A moment tranquil is quite rare.
For just that moment of rest and thought,
Perhaps life is caught laid bare.
And even if not, what the hell,
It doesn't matter hide nor hair.

What really matters on this day,
Is that you're still alive, maybe well.
To live, even one more day,
I'd think is really just swell.
Just one grain left of my sands,
Leaves me to live out another tale.

Merry Christmas everyone.