'Tis the Season for Tears to Fall

‘Tis the season for tears to fall

as memories flood.

Like hearing of Norad’s tracking of Santa

And appreciating the leverage that held

Over excited children

Fighting bedtime

In spite of new Christmas jammies.

The little children are gone,

Replaced with ever sleeping,

Never present teens.

‘Tis the season for tears to fall

as memories flood.

In seeing tiny tots eyes all aglow

From holiday lights engulfing homes

A growing bounty of gifts under the tree

And pleas to Santa with smiles in photos from bribery.

Teen eyes might glow, but no longer my doing

As they ready to leave the nest.

‘Tis the season for tears to fall

As memories flood. All the way to my own youth.

Dad’s drinking scotch arguing over whose lights are best

As mom’s scramble in kitchens

Counters covered in sweet and savory

The delicacies in crystal dishes, the stars

Only second to her efforts to create the perfect holiday.

And that leaves me now

Empty.

Alone.

Wondering where the joy could be.

Is it still there deep down

Somewhere inside of me?

Santa, dare I make a Christmas wish

Will you not pass me by

As you journey the sky?

So nice I’ve been

And have in a sense

Given so much,

I’ve given myself away.

My Christmas Wish

For laughter and rest.

For love and lightheartedness.

For peace within and out.

For generosity and care

To all who venture or dare

To say they truly care about me.