Shadows of laughter,
rapid steps down the stairs.
Dark corners spread,
the fairy lights are dead.
It feels like a fog has settled here,
but there’s still something underneath
I can’t quite place,
“Merry Christmas.”
I frown,
then check the date.
I hadn’t even realised.
“Merry Christmas to you too.”
The cold air doesn’t bite anymore.
There’s no snow.
Just a microwave meal
waiting in the fridge.
I watch it spin,
round and round.
My head does too,
so I sit—
head in my hands.
I stop the incessant beeping,
pull the meal from the microwave,
scratch rust off my fork.
So this is Christmas,
and what have I done?
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
Shadows of laughter,
rapid steps down the stairs.
Dark corners spread,
the fairy lights are dead.
It feels like a fog has settled here,
but there’s still something underneath
I can’t quite place,
“Merry Christmas.”
I frown,
then check the date.
I hadn’t even realised.
“Merry Christmas to you too.”
The cold air doesn’t bite anymore.
There’s no snow.
Just a microwave meal
waiting in the fridge.
I watch it spin,
round and round.
My head does too,
so I sit—
head in my hands.
I stop the incessant beeping,
pull the meal from the microwave,
scratch rust off my fork.
So this is Christmas,
and what have I done?
