One. Day. Away.
Clock chimes twelve,
The Day has arrived
pristine presents under the tree.
A magical day for You
not Me.
since my youth left,
so did the joy of today.
the Tree feels empty...
like My spirit
lights flicker
no longer a beauty
but a signal.
family gathers
it's not the same.
every year i swear it'll change
i'm starting to wonder if it ever does.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
One. Day. Away.
Clock chimes twelve,
The Day has arrived
pristine presents under the tree.
A magical day for You
not Me.
since my youth left,
so did the joy of today.
the Tree feels empty...
like My spirit
lights flicker
no longer a beauty
but a signal.
family gathers
it's not the same.
every year i swear it'll change
i'm starting to wonder if it ever does.
of course i'm still excited and i'm still so ready for Christmas and i'm so so greatful for everything o have and will get and my family. but this is written because every year me and my friends have a conversation about how the day feels less jolly than when we were younger.