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Silent snow graces the ground
Not winter yet, but it's Currier and Ives
Beyond my frosted window,
As I sit in this warm house before the fire
Which crackles and burns with cheer.
Cheer
It seems to be everywhere
It must be the season
It's addicting
Even those Scrooges at the office
Their faces seem to glow with spirit
And I smile as they brag
About their anonymous holiday cards
Sitting proudly on their desk.
Evening has come, I guess.
I can't see the sun set
Beyond the grey clouds,
But things are getting darker.
It's harder to see the snowflakes fall
Fall
Fall
Constantly they come, without end.
Will they end?
Beside me a tree is decorated
Covered in antique ornaments from my childhood
Illuminated by many lights in the branches
And surrounded by piles of gifts
That wait to be opened come morning.
I smile at the packages, and I pull my blanket around me
As I am overcome by a sudden chill.
Christmas in the country
Is beautiful and magical
Like the true work of a master artist
That you can reach out and touch
But despite the warmth and love and cheer
I am abandoned here
To drown in my Christmas woes.
I've gone to church.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
A feeling wrenches at my gut.
My family is overflowing with Christian joy
But who cares to look at me;
Who care about the feelings
Of a black sheep.
The children are asleep as I head downstairs
Shivers run down my body.
It's freezing down underground,
But underground is where I must go
To celebrate in secret, solitude, and lonliness.
My candles are on the concrete floor
In the shadowed corner of the room
My dragons are sitting beside them
My incense is ready to be lit
And in the midst of it all, is a picture of Santa,
The spirit of the season.
My preparations for my Lord's rebirth are here
In the shadows of secret
Like the celebrations of those gone before me.
I cast my circle, I meditate, I ask for strength this year.
I offer branches of pine trees, and bread for the winter ghosts
And on this joyous, silent night
I get down on my knees and weep.
I weep for myself and my broken life,
I weep for my family and friends
But most of all, I weep for the world
That is blind to those who bleed.
My fiancee comes to join me,
And he lovingly dries my eyes.
As he comforts me, I smile and know
At least I have him, and my Lord and Lady
Amid all this Christmas woe.
- by wiccanmother_zoey |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/18/2008 |
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- Title: Christmas Woes
- Artist: wiccanmother_zoey
- Description: This is a true story. For Christians at Christmas, things are simple, but what about us who are shunned by that faith. For me, a Wiccan, I will spend this holiday alone.
- Date: 12/18/2008
- Tags: christmas woes
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Comments (4 Comments)
- King Exseada - 12/29/2008
- it's nice. but ya gotta realize not everyone in this big wide world is happy. for some the holidays are the sadest days of there life.
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- sexxii_baby23 - 12/20/2008
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WAAAHH!!! T~T
Sissy...Dx
OhMiGaWd!! I'm soo soo sowwie!!! T~T
-huggies- I'll lub yew 4eveh and eveh!!! - Report As Spam
- wiccanmother_zoey - 12/18/2008
- yes, this is true. I would like to submit it to the holiday poem contest, but I don't know how. I havn't had much experience with the arena
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- Makoto_22 - 12/18/2008
- Realy true? o_O
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