Holiday Yets Poem by Lonnie Hicks

You know the holidays
are the best
and the worst.

Expectations rise
to levels so high
that they surely
cannot ever be reached.

Then there is the commercialization
and the money we all feel we need
to buy the gifts
which our relatives
may or may not need.

While joy in the giving
is there
also the feeling that
you don't have enough money
to participate
or your gift
is not as good a gift
as the other one
the brother-in-law gives;
you know the brother-in-law
who gives
just to throw
his money around.
.
Oh how I wish the
holidays
had more celebration in them.

And then the bills
come in January
preceded by New Year's Eve
New Year's Eve that can be both anxiety-ridden
and wonderful.

What have I achieved this year?
If dating
who is this person
and will they be there next year?
Or my God
they just might be
and I don't know how
I feel about that'
or worse I could be
all alone next New Years Eve.

Yes, the holidays;
wonderful
and as I say;
Yet?

Let me out of the holidays
I need a year
to rest.