Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Barely a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Mom and Dad sat on the sofa with relative ease As all the presents were finally under the tree. Both checking their phones to see if they missed Any surprises mentioned on Santa’s big list. The tree overflowing showing abundance everywhere with credit maxed out to ensure all the ‘extras’ were there! When finally convinced, nothing else to be done Each sighed sarcastically, ‘Oh, wasn’t this fun!’ ‘What’s Christmas about… Is it just seeking relief? It seems we must have some kind of faulty belief? What are we missing with all this fatigue and stress, Just waiting for New Years to get some real rest? Pondering this, they couldn’t help shedding a tear Silently wishing more magic were here. Hiding perhaps the deepest of fears: What if all this stuff Is nothing but fluff? Both contemplated their choices, starring into the night Seeking respite from this moment of f...