Christmas

I plod down the frost wrapped streets,

My lips carving a grin with every passerby,

Their natural reaction is to smile back,

Maybe because they’re joyful.

 

I wish I could be like these acquaintances,

Excited and looking forward to one day circled in red on their calendars,

Their genuine gesticulations of benevolence make others upbeat too.

 

I don’t want to be a dampener on the festive mood,

I just can’t help it,

I’m envious of the consistent dopamine hits that belong to others,

Maybe if I could borrow some,

I would also be excited for Christmas Day.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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