Christmas time is right around the bend,
Just next week, I can no longer pretend.
My wallet is stretched thin, I’ve got none to lend.
And the stress builds up as I lose another friend.

The anxiety builds up,
block on top of shadowy block,
The tower’s ominous loom increases
As the season steadily progresses.

Oh, I remember the Christmases
So so many years ago.
When I wanted a white Christmas,
But I never got to have
A powdery blanked covering
My especially festive day.

Now I yearn.
I yearn for not the white Christmas;
The one I cared about then.
I yearn for a delightfully red Christmas.
The one that gives my arm quite the treat.
I yearn to see liquid rubies atop my wrists,
And feel the flame festively flicking my toes.

Christmas is a day of giving,
Therefore I shall give and receive,
Be the bringer of my own serenity,
And feel the flame once more.

Am I just pain’s *****?