R.I.P. Christmas
i wish i knew what was happening....
its like... everything ive ever known is falling apart
in front of my eyes
christmas has always been a time of family, a 19 year ritual that i have grown so accustomed to i could foolow the worn path in my sleep.
christmas cookies and cutting down our own tree
playing christmas carols so loudly that you can hear it outside the house while the tree gets decorated
everyone getting angry that someone has more ornaments them them
watching the tree twinkle from the front window of our house
carrying the boxes of magic out of the attic where they have fermented into more beautiful things over the years
eating fondu and drinking sparkling juice while putting otgether a lame puzzle
being a family...
falling asleep unwillingly because we cant wait till the next day
the smell of coffee and coffee cake while we agonizingly wait for mom and dad to....
ouch
another thing gone
i thought the worst was when jen moved out
and didnt want to come over for christmas day
atleast she came
i will now be foreced to suffer christmas apart from the woman ive considered my best friend for so long
because she wanted it that way
our family is broken and its never been so evident
and if the loss of family on christmas wasnt bad enough
the one person i love the most apart from my family will be absent
on christmas...until new years
and he was my hope for getting through
As a religious holiday christmas is, to me it was about family, and cuddling close to the fire on christmas eve to watch te embers glow and thank god that you could share one more year with people that matter
i guess its coal this year for me
how are you to have christmas joy... when there is no christmas?
How could a morning so mild be so raw?
why an entire years strewn
on the cutting room floor of memory
when single frames from one magic night
forever flicker in , close up,
on the 3D Imax of my mind
thats poetic...
thats pathetic
its like... everything ive ever known is falling apart
in front of my eyes
christmas has always been a time of family, a 19 year ritual that i have grown so accustomed to i could foolow the worn path in my sleep.
christmas cookies and cutting down our own tree
playing christmas carols so loudly that you can hear it outside the house while the tree gets decorated
everyone getting angry that someone has more ornaments them them
watching the tree twinkle from the front window of our house
carrying the boxes of magic out of the attic where they have fermented into more beautiful things over the years
eating fondu and drinking sparkling juice while putting otgether a lame puzzle
being a family...
falling asleep unwillingly because we cant wait till the next day
the smell of coffee and coffee cake while we agonizingly wait for mom and dad to....
ouch
another thing gone
i thought the worst was when jen moved out
and didnt want to come over for christmas day
atleast she came
i will now be foreced to suffer christmas apart from the woman ive considered my best friend for so long
because she wanted it that way
our family is broken and its never been so evident
and if the loss of family on christmas wasnt bad enough
the one person i love the most apart from my family will be absent
on christmas...until new years
and he was my hope for getting through
As a religious holiday christmas is, to me it was about family, and cuddling close to the fire on christmas eve to watch te embers glow and thank god that you could share one more year with people that matter
i guess its coal this year for me
how are you to have christmas joy... when there is no christmas?
How could a morning so mild be so raw?
why an entire years strewn
on the cutting room floor of memory
when single frames from one magic night
forever flicker in , close up,
on the 3D Imax of my mind
thats poetic...
thats pathetic