The days are short
now that winter has finally seeped into the west coast.
The nights are long
and try as I may there are no visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.
I can not remember a Christmas feeling so un-Christmas-like.
There is no tree adorned with mix matched ornaments
nor surrounded by packages of any sort.
My windows are not caked with the white flock spray
mocking me,
daring me to attempt the painstaking removal process.
No blinking lights to fall asleep to,
nor smell of pine whisking at me as I walk through the door.
No carols blaring to annoy the neighbors,
no tinsel to dig out of the carpet.
No glass crashing to the floor
due to the excitement of a German shepherd
standing tail end too close to the tree.
No hot chocolate evenings,
no egg nog mornings.
Just me,
alone,
in a room
waiting for the new year to arrive.
