The season impends
Anticipation culminating
For the day progressing
Once filled with family
Memories fond and many
Filled with fun and foods
But a camo Christmas new
It routinely passes through
Like any other day we knew
So sadness is numbed
By the steadiness alien
A world surrealistic
So like strangers confined
In an elevator uneasy
Incapable of rising up
It seems to only descend
Into a void of denial
There nothing is real
These are days defining
Bearing the soul of belief
To know what is priority
And forego what is not
Taking heart in simplicity
Rejoicing, the mundane
Not to regret what is not
But to be glad for all there is
Time to find new paths
New born traditions
Not yet fully realized
That will stay ever on