is like always going home…all the shut-tight words spill out like the morning coffee on the surface of my desk…
and this is what it is. today is today. today my sutures are tight, hand-tied knots to stop the spilling of my guts.
suck up the gut, reach in the billfold, buy a little bit of happy bottled in mango shower gel, wrap the wordless i love you, with screaming silver ornaments, tie the gorgeous sorrow with exclamation red bows…
why should i feel guilty for giving today? i feel good that you feel good for having received a glorious box…who cares if santa wears a fake mustache and vinyl boots, or that the masses celebrate a little one’s birth? a coat is a coat is a coat for a cold one far away…a toy is a toy and what child can resist? the shiny fake hair or cocoa brown eyes, plastic hands always willing to shake hands, or share a make believe cup of tea?
sometimes my world is small, blinders at each eye, sometimes my world goes beyond seas. my little wrapped gifts may not change the world, but they change and heal me.
one little pebble eventually makes roaring waves…
You realise the true meaning of Christmas and try to avoid the commercialism.
Christmas Tree: 0/50 Snowman: 2/50 Santa Claus: 10/50 Reindeer: 11/50 Mistletoe: 15/50 Star: 25/50
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