A Christmas Gift

I never wrote a poem about Christmas,
but if I did, I’d make it rhyme,
my holly jolly tidings
sharing my joyful state of mind.
And I would mention traditions,
like elves and trees and snow,
singing carols and sipping cocoa,
watching the Grinch’s heart begin to grow.
But seasonal depression
starts earlier each year,
and tends to out a dampen
on the brightest of my cheer.
I don’t do happy poems,
that’s just not my style-
mother wishes I’d give it a shot
but I can only smile.
I’d rather write of misery
than Santa’s rosy cheeks,
give me Halloween-time poems,
I’ll write those for weeks.
Still I sit to write this,
my special gift to you,
so you will know I mean it
when I say I see what you do.
I see you read my blog
and I see you hit subscribe,
I know you bought the book
or maybe you’re just digging my whole vibe,
but anyway you cut it
the truth can sure be seen-
you’ve been my supporter
and you helped me follow a dream.
So happy holiday to you my friend,
I hope it finds you well,
and if you’re feeling down today,
just tell your depression to go to hell.

Merry Christmas!!

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