Tasty sense of celebrations
Mixed with little dose of rush;
Laptop plays the Christmas specials,
Frost replaces me my blush.

Noise around the Christmas tree,
Everyone is sharing gifts:
“Wow! A clock I never needed,
Book that isn’t worth reading,
And baggy jeans that I can drown in.”
But at least I don’t feel guilty,
Cause my gifts are just as ******.
Who cares about them anyway?
If we’re getting closer to swallowing grave.

Music’s loud, fun is endless.
Room is filled with hope and joy -
Joy that never fails to leave
With the first lights of New Year.

I made wishes that won’t happen -
Cliched thoughts I entertain,
Like, “I want money!
I want power!
I want guys to be around me!”
So fed up with feeling foreign,
I will die to feel important.

Be aware, it does not matter
If you put out idle chatter
From the surface of your mind.
Take some notes and please remember -
Just tattoo it on your mind:
You don’t need a cold December
To be better than you are.

Tasty sense of celebrations,
Year is coming to an end.
While the others gorge illusions,
Smile and work, my dear friend.