The Last Christmas In Kuwait

Christmas is supposed to be a great celebration, With a happy hearts and joyful occasion; Everyone's smiling greeting each and every person, Wishing a wonderful holiday and best season. Christmas tress are glamorous and full of decorations, With colorful and blinking lights that play your visions; At the top is a star that glows so bright among them all, And underneath are presents, wrapped so nice and beautiful. Every home have a grand preparations, Have lots of foods, games and some presentations; Everyone have fun celebrating this season, And all are awake from night until dawn. But now, I didn't feel this special occasion, 'Coz I'm in a place that people don't have this custom; No preparations, decorations, no grand celebration, Just an ordinary day, so I celebrate it alone. Though I'm feeling sad, but I'm trying to be glad, I hum Christmas songs to avoid from getting mad; Trying to think the joyful moments that I had, And told myself - "celebrating alone is not that bad." Then, a smile in my lips suddenly appears, My eyes sparks for joy, though it's holding a tears; In my mind I see my christmas by next year, I'll be home to my loved ones and friends so dear. ****** This poem was written last December 25, 2011, when I was working in Kuwait.