The rush of Christmas, ever prevailing like the oxygen was not to be discarded like a pack of cards on a Sunday morning.
The feelings of euphoria that comes to most prior to Christmas eve was like a touch of snow despite the pandemic.
The nurture of love which for many was an illusion was painted awash with Christmas lights.
I, for one, felt the joy in spades and looked forward like a deer to the celebrations.

Fear, A Covid-19 weapon was lost in the abyss, for nothing would damper my Christmas spirits.
I was high on Christ like I would a cigarette stick.
I continually told myself that the lockdown wouldn’t give me a meltdown but a touchdown to my blessings.
Pretty solid when you think of the gloom that perused the year.

Clothes, bags and shoes were a list of my forget-me-nots.
For what was Christmas without a little bit of goodies to spice it up?
Yes, my feet might never leave the house but dressing up like a Barbie, I must.
Christ would have wanted me to for dirtiness was not His norm.

Reaching out to my pops in another land, I shed a few tears to get my wants.
He ate from my hands like candy crush and I danced to the stores with my hands aplenty.
The stores pushed me back for the END SARS protest raged on as smoke.
What to do when goods have been stolen in an illusion of protest/palliative?

A little dispirited, I walked away from the stores of disappointment
My little brain rewired my thoughts to my meltdown chants which booted my happy soul to Christmas alters.
There was still time, my fingers on my keyboards brought me to the online stores.
I finally got my goodies in spades and bounds with happiness reaching the moon and back.

Back home, I was on an edge to please.
Should I be the Minnie or the mouse?
Should I be the Jesus or the John?
Which was more of a balance in the house of four?

My brain the size of mushroom's brought nothing to the fore.
Now wasn’t the time to create a plan for the house was chaos itself.
I decided to give to each their own, for their personality was as a pyramid.
Which, was as disastrous as the tornado.

Mary, the mother of Jesus wasn’t in this dilemma.
I may be a bit of an airhead but imagined that the season wouldn’t make me feel inferior.
That’s not a fact for life doesn’t stop, it brings various spices at every minute.
How then, will I have gone through without a scold, a deplorable word and a hurting heart.

With it all, was no pause button.
The festivities still rage on like my heart wasn’t on fire.
Where was my mantra when I needed it?
I couldn’t pick myself to even chant because I had lost hope in a laughter therein.

I think I should have been termed selfish or obtuse in my thought pattern.
I don’t know. I’m just a cluster of rice in a haystack.
I think I crave attention but not when it affects my mental health.
I want that closure that family brings but hate the toxicity that accompanies it.

The few days leading to Christmas brought these thoughts to the fore but still made me rethink my pose.
Christmas, a day set aside to celebrate Christ.
Celebrated by Christians as they deem fit.
Shouldn’t be a day to impose our needs on people but to understand.

Don’t put sand-sand for my Garri has been a reference that has set the pace of time, yet we don’t loud it enough.
If I could have done that maybe my mood wouldn’t have gone off temporarily.
With me feeling like a deer caught in headlight, I would have made the most of the situation.
Retouching those parts that’s needs to be touched, for no man is perfect.

Christmas morning stunned me to the bone.
It came like a magical stick that brought the light back on.
My moods took a U-turn like a Bipolar disorder.
I became so excited and thrilled to be there in the 25th.

My family and I made the most of the holidays.
We forgot all the drama that cropped up with food and drinks.
Our tummy purged itself and our soul made merry.
I’m sure Christ is proud of me for letting go off the misery.

The festivities brought me peace in the unbalanced clips.
I can boldly say I’m free to jump like wisps for my heart is bliss.
Words do count but make it bounce if it snaps.
Your happiness should be the lap that dances in your prime.



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