Holidays Alone
Happy scents of gingerbread drift
Out from windows covered in snow.
Lights flicker and twinkle
Inside houses filled with
Dancing and stockings,
Amidst the joy of another
Year complete and the warmer
Season promising to come.
Although for some,
Loneliness permeates this festive cheer.
Odourless and invisible, a
Nativity wilted with presents unwrapped.
Every year a reminder.
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2022
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