My Christmas Mourning Poem by Randy McClave

I again woke up all alone
On this very frigid Christmas morning,
No one texted me or called me on the phone
And of course there was no forewarning.
The Christmas lights are still blinking and shining
The mistletoe is still hanging over there,
Empty dishes are on the table for later dining
Still, no presents are beneath my Christmas tree to share.
Christmas music has already began to play
As I pour myself my very first Christmas drink,
The mistletoe is still motionless in the doorway
In the mirror, I give myself a happy wink.
I anxiously look outside my front door
Where I can see my neighbors visited by their family,
Cars parked in their driveways at least four, maybe more
In my driveway parked, there is only me.
I excitedly go outside to check for packages and for mail
I am joyfully wearing my new Christmas socks,
No packages are on or was on my porch I can easily tell
And again, there's no Christmas cards in my mailbox.
My son is with his girlfriend and her family and their friends
And my siblings are with their children on this December 25th,
Later tonight, this Christmas finally ends
And once again, I had no one to celebrate this day with.

Randy L. McClave