All Aboard the Holiday Express!

Christmas is sadder—not because of the reasons you think

As the sound of laughters fade,

and greetings stop,

you quietly retreat in your room

looking at its ceiling

seeing nothing;

feeling nothing;

only thinking: Christmas is sadder

not because of the reasons you think

not because of this pandemic 

nor the satire of people imitating 

the last sounds of the dying, 

decaying memories just because of 

an angered gun-holder

beholder of bursting birse

Being intrigued: Christmas is sadder

not because of the reasons you think

not because of failed states, 

nor temporary people

who betray consistencies of

your beloved good mornings 

nor that temporary bliss

that delay promises 

As the sound of laughters fade,

and greetings stop,

Christmas is sadder

not because you devoted too much time to the idea that everything will eventually be okay

it’s too big yet too little 

not enough really— getting frustrated of the little things;

covering shifts;

saving up for that brand new product;

pestering your siblings;

demanding accountability;

savoring your hard-earned money;

condemning merciless killings;

creating dissenting opinions;

having a losing streak;

not finishing requirements;

not being loved back;

dealing with grief;

battling worsening anxieties;

bothering those who are not being bothered;

Christmas was and is

Christmas was a barrier

that’s why it’s sadder

because it’s the only time

that you don’t bother thinking of these

 

Alas! It is better— if Christmas makes you forget

then I only wish for you to remember 

you always needed a stopover 

so you can continue struggling in order to progress 

but struggle better

and progress nonetheless