That’s what Xmas means to me (A poem)

Watching movies on Xmas eve…

Lights out, America
it’s a full-moon Xmas this year
and here I am
the night before Xmas eve
preparing to sleep alone

That’s what Xmas means to me

I’ve got a tiny metal tree
a nativity scene in a box
stockings packed safely away
Another silent night?
That sounds about right

That’s what Xmas means to me

Love, actually, would be
the perfect gift for me
but what is love
but surrender to desire?
Or at least an admission of guilt?

That’s what Xmas means to me

For now, the clock ticks on
Xmas eve is now here
Everything’s the same
as yesterday
They say it will rain tomorrow

That’s what Xmas means to me

I should turn out the light
sleep under cover of night
Tomorrow will be here soon enough
in fact, it’s here now
What time is it again?

That’s what Xmas means to me

(23/24 December 2015)