‘Tis Holiday Seasonal Disorder Time

‘Tis Holiday Seasonal Disorder Time

The sun sets sooner
The feelings dredge deeper
The scars resurface and the pain twinges in my head

These are the months of forced happiness and joy

Of family and money and abundance
For those who have it
Serving only as a reminder
For those who don’t

A staple in my foreskin
That I have none of these.
Happiness, family or joy
My dwelling echoes
reminds me I am alone

each sound resonates its hallow presence.

Time for forced smiles or selfies
Gifts wrapped in debt
Time to mingle amongst family and pretend you have a life.
Tables overflowing with meals slaved over in hot kitchens
For stressful family gatherings of suppressed anger.
Snow falls and we smile
Childhood memories of snowmen glint in our eyes.

While shovels full of the stuff
Pull our back muscles to spasms of pain.

This poems a downer

Where is the Joy of the Season?
Where is baby Jesus?
Where is my Xanax?

The Dark Days approach

And the sun sets sooner
And the food is abundant
And gluttony is king.

‘Tis the season to be greedy
‘Tis the season to be forgotten

‘Tis Holiday Seasonal Disorder time
Now, smile for the camera




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