I wrote this last year and posted it on Facebook
The holiday season tip-toes toward you-- reddish leafy nights and trick
or treaters in costumes with candy bags-- fog creeps across children's
shoes and demonic cackles and ghostly boos by screen doors and before the candy is even gone, Thanksgiving stands before you: fat
basted turkeys, football games and eggnog-- families stroll the walkway,
passed pockets of snowdrift that surround the sunken black toothed
pumpkin named Bob but, inside the warmly lit living-room you eat,
linger, and dream-- strung out on the couch thoughtless and satiated and
when you leave, Christmas advertisements fly like Kamikaze's and
Christmas classics inundate the airwaves; to the attic you bound with
your pilgrim hats and turkey mats and down, one stepping your boxes of
red, green and white ornaments and lights into living-rooms and windows,
soon the sweet scent of pine and the crinkle of wrapping paper fill the
air and the joy is immense and fleeting as the countdown begins, the
Times Square ball, marking the passage of time and it drops. You wake in
the fatigued hangover of the new year and the holidays have slipped
away. You will then spiral along in the cold dark abyss of winter,
waiting profoundly for spring.
