What is Christmas, part 3


Christmas to the eyes of a 39-year old.

Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

find me an old tree
that needs its roots to survive
it’s where Christmas is

 

This poem has been posted at Haiku Heights, Prompt: Christmas, Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry: a Merry Christmas Special, and The Poetry Pantry #81 at Poets United.

This is part of a 3-part series of a search for Christmas from a lifespan perspective (3 different ages). Please also see my previous two parts on “Where is Christmas” Series here (part 1 and part 2). I think I have found the answer to my search. Similar to finding happiness, the answer is to look inward, not outward. I hope the same for all of you too. I hope you have found your Christmas and will find it in the future. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be well, be blessed.

What is Christmas, part 2


Christmas to the eyes of a 21-year old girl.

Credit image to Angels Advocate @DeviantArt, titled Where are You Christmas

 

The campus is officially closed. All buildings are locked, parking lots are empty, streets are bare, not a single soul. The last car leaving town just passes by the park where she has been sitting watching the street. This college town has once again stand true to its status. Holiday time means ghost town. All left are the deserted one, the uprooted, scurrying around to establish the familiar feeling everyone seems to be hunting for during this time in the year. Some succeed, some fail miserably.

It’s a cold day. The bench feels cold and damp. Earlier, the forecast gave a warning for a snow storm, a heavy one they said. It has started a few minutes ago. Big, wet drops. The kind that will make a white hexagonal stain on dark clothes. Some fall on her face, which she gladly allows it, hoping to balance the salty taste from the previous wetness. “Here we go,” she thinks to herself, “It’s my fourth one, I should know by now the routine steps.” It’s a dance after all. Has beginning, middle, and end. Yet, she seems to be stumbling on a few steps this time around.

The dance practice hasn’t gone as well as she expected. But what is she truly rehearsing for anyway? Is it to be an expert in asking the same question, “Where are you, Christmas,” year after year?

 

What is Christmas, part 1


Christmas to the eyes of a 3-year old.

whel-a-you Santa?
im looking fo you
in my toy loom
in my laundy basket
in the chim-mey
mommy said time you come
i suppose be good
but how come i cant see you?
if i pay to Jesus
will you come?
i have cookies
i dip it in milk aleady fo you
i taste it
all yummy in my tummy
i have toys too
we can puh-lay together
im the doctah and you my ness
i show you my new jess
mommy got it fo me
i like it
it has this big bow in font
and its so big
its so bootiful
i plomise i be good
to mommy and daddy
but not my big blothel
coz he always mean
but i sti-yove him
maybe i love you mo
mommy said you nice
i want new teddy beal
and bunny
the one make noise
and it jump and hop yike this
Bobo ate Annabelle ear
bad Bobo
i need a new doggie
come on Santa
let me see you pyis?
im tiyed looking
whel-a-you, Santa?
i wait fo you