The tug and pull of Christmas.
Like tinsel on a tree swaying with responsibility.
Over who is chosen and who should wait.
Until the next day, or do we cramp all our loved-ones in a box, tied with ribbon.
And open it all at once;
them springing up like a Jack-In-The-Box saying:
How I wish I could get it right and have something left for us as well.
Christmas is a time of giving but what if you have been spent up all year.
Not just meaning money but in time and energy.
But being dutiful, your carve yourself up, like the turkey.
Seeing everybody but seeing nobody.
I don’t know what to make of Christmas.
Who benefits, or even if we are suppose to benefit from it at all?
I would like to get away from all this really.
Just for one year but duty calls and expectations beckon.
Roll on New Year!