I would try an wake up early, just to plug in the tree and bask in the lights near the tinsel. It was so shiney. The way the lights reflected of the colored balls, the gleam would catch my eye. To me, this use to be Christmas. I wasn't counting on much for Christmas in the way of food or gifts. We couldn't always get alot through out the year. What happened?? Sometimes I think we could just turn on a Christmas movie and give some gifts, that would satisfy the monsters.
Not so thankful for the beauty any other time, why should Christmas be any different. I wake up early sometimes and think I am one of the lucky ones to see the sunrise or I try and catch the twilight in autumn. Best time of the year, I think. I already have a guess that it doesn't matter what I think or how I wonder so much. Life will go on with or without me. Nothing I type is going to help or hinder. I am just wasting space and time. That is me the lucky waste... has a ring to it.
Until I come face to face with my dream, we hold forever in our arms, and there is enough time left; I will be caught in this wrinkle of time. Only hoping to see the beauty of everyday, while I know somebody else somewhere is viewing the beauty if only for a parsec of the same time that I am.