Candles show a flickering display
From the breeze blowing past my door.
Carolers are slithering away
As I bravely defend my porch.

It’s another year
Of Christmas cheer
And I think I’ve had enough.

I know that soon
Beneath that moon
I will likely just give up.

It’s probably morosity,
That thing that looms ahead.
It grows with more ferocity
As it approaches each year’s end.

As the snowflakes drop
I see that I’m not
The excited boy that I once was.

And through the window
I can hear the wind blow,
Providing me with the final nudge.

I think I’d rather go
And endure the freezing cold,
Than sit here all alone
‘Til my hair grows gray and old.

So, I grab my hat
‘Cause I’m taking back
What I deserve the most.

Through Winter’s perils
I scream the carols,
Stealing back my long-lost hope.

Too cold to care
And too loud to hear
As my old despair
Becomes holiday cheer.

Footprints following
My incessant wallowing
As I march on through my neighborhood;

The carolers surround
To help me wake the town,
Even though I never guessed they would.

I thought they all believed
I had just become insane,
But if happiness is all we need,
Then what’s there to explain?

Once a monster,
But now in concert
With people who I can call my friends.

From within the dark
I became the spark
To light the fires of hope again.

And with these new hopes
I propose a toast
To the future beyond our lives of yore.

A brand-new year
To conquer our fears.
I’ll love this life
‘Til the day I die,
And not a day before!

#YearEndEchoes
© Smellen D'generes