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.
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