The holidays evoke ambivalent emotions for many people. I tried to capture some of that in this poem I wrote for a Christmas poetry challenge. There’s more baring of my soul on my poetry page .
Mall’s Mélange of Yule yodeling tunes, Thick with fossilized marzipan. Deflated Santa, dead balloons, Fruitcake in the mousetrap, and Howls, horrid howls of homeless Ghosts Clanking their chains up the alley ways, and To my front door, banked with snow. That withered, wretched Elf (Shivering in the cold) Gives me a wink- A look I dread. Cork sealed with red wax pops! Libations pour. This bitter drink Might take me back. I’m on my sled Whooshing down a hill of blue ice, Black trees fly past My fresh, red face—Fast! Fast! Fast! Blue moonlight shows my way. A farmhouse in the woods (cliché but true) Its Yellow windows--topaz carved in blue Fogged with warmth, forever in my Memory stays.