Christmas 2020

It is Christmas 2020 and no one is here.
A regular day, no happiness or extra cheer
A reminder my mother has been gone for a year.
No reindeer or snowmen, not one single reindeer.

Christmas 2020 and I do not have to wear a mask.
I am going nowhere fast, not that anyone will ask.
I am alone in my house, and cannot find my favorite flask.
Lonely, depressing. Eating anything is a ridiculous task.

Someone calls up to speak to me on Christmas 2020 day.
I glare at traitorous phone in a mean sort of way.
Do not like FaceTime at all; my hair has turned an ugly gray.
Besides what in the world do this relative and I have to say?

Christmas 2020 with a pandemic, and tens of thousand dead.
Could dye my hair, but my husband bought the wrong color of red.
Irritated beyond belief that this day is a bust in my head.
Decide to take a nap, and crawl back into my fuzzy warm bed.
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Allison Avatar
January 23, 2021 at 7:16 AM
It certainly has been one Christmas that many would choose to forget ,love the lines about the hair dye, lets hope we can celebrate with family and friends this year:-) hugs Jan xx
Krutsinger Avatar
January 23, 2021 at 5:15 PM
It has been the weirdest year of my life.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2021 at 5:15 AM
Almost skipped this as Christmas this year seemed the end of a difficult year, one to leave behind BUT your poem is so good I forgive you ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2021 at 12:39 PM
Thank you Kim. I appreciate this.
Cunningham Avatar
January 22, 2021 at 2:31 AM
It was certainly a strange one last year, hoping 2021 will bring back a normal Christmas but then I wonder will things ever be normal again. Hope you're well Caren. Tom
Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2021 at 12:39 PM
Such a weird time Tom. So strange; surreal.
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