I am missing the spirit
though it permeates the air
Christmas propaganda movies
stir up so much dust in my dark cave
that my eyes water
for unknown reasons and
the deepest of sighs
I dream of soft kisses some nights
I miss that human connection that touch
don’t care much for Christmas presents
or believe in santa granting wishes
but there was a bright star in the pre dawn
as I went to work that winked
as I thought to why not
so I figured what the hell
even when I had no
faith or no spirit
I found my eyes
closing thinking
what if
not much spirit this year
no matter the songs playing
endless loops in the air
a man who never sings I am
the words to “oh night divine”
falling from my lips
behind the shops counter
the song muffled by steaming milk
and grinding coffee
or when all the customers are gone
so bah humbug
and damn hallmark propaganda
who cares about presents or wishes
and the spirit of the season is just wrong
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