If the Loneliness Creeps In
The normal joy of Christmas is dead in my house.
No enthusiasm or anticipation of laughter
It will be another day without family or friends
I may have a twinge or two of loneliness
But I will quickly tamp them down,
crocheting them into quilts of frolic and madness
The frolicking and madness of one.
One who can entertain herself easily
cartooning, painting, writing poetry,
and pretending it is not Christmas today.
If someone Zooms me, I probably won’t answer.
I will be too busy, playing.
Unless the loneliness creeps up.
Then I will Facetime someone.
Technology has become my new Santa Claus.
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