The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

My thoughts on Christmas time.

The Holidays are both the best

of times and the worst of times.

I get into the spirit of charity

and giving, but also examine

far too closely all that makes me

ashamed of what I have done.

 

I put on rose colored glasses,

making everything appear happy

and bright. But at the same time

these glasses bring out the worst

in what I see. I see the blood red

shadows that fall in the darkest

areas. I see my true feelings,

insecurities, and god-awful tragic flaws.

 

I adopt a sense of elation,

that beams me through this period

both at the speed of light when

enthralling and as if the room has

frozen around me when aching.

Sure, this can happen anytime,

but time around the Holidays

stretches and snaps more than ever.

 

I feel closest to those I love,

share my deepest sentiment with them.

Yet, I feel so segregated.

I hide in my chambers, trapped in my

thoughts, hide in the bathtub,

seeking solace in soapy water.

But I go out, I love and dance,

I sweet romance all of you.

 

I am fully alert, awake, and

ready to conquer the world.

I also feel as if I am dreaming,

constantly asleep, and dreams

seem more like reality than

wakefulness.

 

I love and hate the Holidays,

for that is where I do the most

growing. But blooming requires

me facing all the anguish I run

from all three hundred and sixty-five.

Author's Note

I wrote this not last Christmas but the one before. It's kinda rough because it's older, but a piece I'm fond of.

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

True words. Well articulated too, I must say. You told your opinion of the holiday in a way I wasn't expecting. But I do agree with you, I love the holidays, but then again, I hate them, because Christmas has become so commercialized. I love the deep lines in the last stanza, "But blooming requires me facing all the anguish I run from all three hundred and sixty-five." Great line, to cap off a great poem.

[Antonio Valentino]

A very reflective write Annette, I can relate well with your piece on this day. I think I know how you feel on this, I know all about insecurities, but I would like to think that your god awful tragic flaws, are more in your own mind (as are mine hopefully) then that of others. Which unfortunately in things like this, our perception is basically, our reality. I hope the holidays have gotten better for you since you wrote this. If done and looked at right, it really is a magical time for many, especially children, and, the young at heart.

Thanks for sharing this!
Antonio

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It is true that the holidays can bring out the best and worst in us... it is a true time of celebration of life love and family that the lord gave us but so many times it makes us feel insecure, mainly because of the commercialism of the holiday hides what it is truly about. Love the openness and heartfelt honesty of this piece.