Xmas Forced Down My Throat

XMAS Forced Down my Throat I'm 86 and just lost my 57 year old child to breast cancer. I'm mourning in black and white as is proper respect to the dead. A colorless wreath on my door spoke of my grief to others. It's December and the world is alive with Christmas. Bright lights and colors and children giddy with excitement. I keep seeing my girl in her grave. My other children insist I carry on. Forget the dead until Halloween. They invade my home and vomit Xmas decorations upon me. My end can't be far off and I swear on my deathbed I'll get in a final word! Your sister was the kindest child I had. She was my favorite.