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As we lock the doors

slip off our shoes

kick the snow from them



Rip down last years decorations

tinsel gaudy like a transvestites favourite attire



we re-read cards from people we can't remember, can't stand and who hate us!



We look at the gifts people atributed us with, knowing those who we are just an after thought to, and those to whom we are a real person.



You could be mentally scarred when you receive your fifth aromatherapy set!

What is that about anyway?



Did Christmas change or is it myself

The childish wonder has been replaced by anxiety stress and the opposite of goodwill

Leaves me every year practically divorced!

I always get ill, and not from the christmas cheer!



Then there are the sales to contend with!

People barricading themselves against shop doors

to get something for nothing!



Gentle Jesus just weeps and the curse of Christmas sleeps

a dragon to be awakened 12 months from now!





However somewhere in the distance I hear the sled bells and I promise next year will be different.................