A Strange Christmas Poem by Anita Atina

Ever since we were little
Christmas meant holidays
Huddled with mom and dad
Decorating the crib and tree,
Special dishes, whose heavenly aroma
Meant the special season was here

After father passed away
A few years ago, Christmas changed
We did what was possible
It was quieter, but still joyful
Huddled with mother
And my children

This year, mothers’ absence, was a first
Christmas felt empty
Yes the decorations were in place
So were the crib and tree
But the joy that marks this special time
Felt as fake as can be!

In its place, was pretension
A new house, gleaming this and that
Guests who came to ooh and aah!
At this shell of pride
Fond memories fleeing with
The joy of Christmas.