3 December 2012
Christmas.
I envy those with a tree, with a shimmer of lights and boxes of delight.
I look at those children, how they run with glee shouting at every toy "FOR ME!"
I miss having a special day, where we share our joy and under mistletoe act coy.
I would rip open a present, scream and shout as I get my Apple iMac out.
Lay there stuffed with turkey, with cake and wine after I've made you mine.
I wish I could get enthused, for the birth of christ or at least his poltergeist.
But I can't. I'm the anti-Christmas.
Sorry.
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