#chrstmas
The alleys reek of *** and pine trees,
neon bar signs croon a
twisted Christmas Carol,
people grin, dragging bags of
anxiety and presents,
slamming doors behind them like
a drunk drummer boy.
I sit at the bar, empty glass, empty heart,
watching snow waltz across the
lonely sidewalk.
A twisted Santa staggers past,
bells jangling
like he’s calling the reindeer
home, lost and late.
Somewhere, a child's joy is ecstatic.
Somewhere, a man cries, eggnog-smeared,
remembering the wife.
The stars bring both together,
a tender lullaby across cities and towns,
beneath the jaded sky.
I *** a drink and raise my glass,
to broken hearts and bent spirits,
to busted ornaments and the nativity scene,
missing two wise men sitting on
the old record player,
to beauty beneath the grimy snow.
Well, it’s the season—
love and sorrow tied up in a
red bow for the night.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC