Holiday Blues

Deck the Halls with smiles and gaiety

Tradition says to me

But all I see are shadows of loved ones gone

standing beyond the Christmas tree

And my heart aches,

longing once again to see

My Grandmother in the kitchen

preparing ham biscuits

My Grandfather playing Santa

and handing out presents

My Dad, oh dear Dad,

capturing all the festivities with his camera.

But it isn't to be

For they are gone, and I'm still here

You may call the colors of the season red and green,

But I call it blue

The only happiness to glean

is on January 2nd, after the holidays have passed.

Until then, I'll stand on the sidelines

hoping to make it through

Deck the Halls with sighs and grimaces

For that's the truth of the season