A Gentle Bah And Humbug
I will be so glad when the 26th gets here,
and the 27th.
This season, this time, these days,
of the month of December
always bring me down.
I am not smiling, I am not happy,
I am not rejoicing....
I am remembering.
I can't help it - I remember.
The memories are not good ones, either.
So, if I don't seem to
get into the "Christmas spirit,"
that what is good for you
is not good for everyone.
I am coping,-
and that is about all
that I am able to do with it.
I am not overly enamored of holidays, at all.
I'm not a grinch -
I used to enjoy the holidays....
Time has changed things....
Actually, Time has changed..... me.
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