To Sleep, but Not to Slumber ~ A Christmas Wish for the Brokenhearted

Someone asked me the other day when exactly did I begin to hate Christmas? I couldn’t quite place the precise date when the cheery, bubbly, naive child stopped believing in the magic Five, seven, ten? Who’s to say? It happened all at once, the snow globe blown out of proportion and super-sized colored lightbulbs scorch and burn I try but the sadness, maudlin and sorrow I am born Lives in these