So, this is Christmas

Below is a poem about Christmas. Yeah...its kinda late but still not too late, right? Hehe. Will update on New Year later. Lolz.

So this is Christmas,

Where happiness and gaiety

Masks the sadness and loneliness

Inside the hearts of some.

So this is Christmas,

Where tempers flare and flame,

And strife is born and bred,

Over small trifling things.

So this is Christmas,

A large and fancy show

Where the exteriors are important

And boasting is compulsory.

So this is Christmas,

The fat, red man’s festival

With his young and sexy wife

And the little green men.

So this is Christmas,

Where the rich get richer,

The poor get poorer,

The lonely get lonelier.

So this is Christmas,

Where molehills become mountains,

And mountains become molehills,

And things get topsy-turvy.

So, is this Christmas?

I wish it’s not.

I hope it’s not.

I pray it’s not.

By: uNkNowN