Lonely Christmas

This was written one Christmas several years ago when I was feeling both sad and happy about spending Christmas on my own. I was sad because people tend to spend the festive season together, but happy because it was strangely liberating to know that I didn’t have to be one of those people who is in a food coma stuffed to the gunwhales and arguing with their family. I guess this was quite a cynical attitude, but I know that Christmas and family gatherings are not always as they are portrayed in the movies.

Christmas is milked for all that it’s worth
By shops that attempt to inject us with mirth
Mulled wine permeates the crisp winter air
Leaving us intoxicated by its taste so fair

Vanilla stars light up the sky
Kids stuff their faces with gingerbread
And everyone’s on a high

Deck the halls with bows of holly
Is there a reason to be jolly?
I’m stuck alone in this strange foreign land
I can’t go back home
It all seems so bland

Maybe I’ll dream up a Christmas tree
Along with some presents and a family
Or maybe I’ll enjoy my own company
Relaxing in peace and harmony.

By Sarah Downing

My name is Sarah. I was born and grew up in England and currently live in Düsseldorf, Germany, with my fiancé Corey and my cuddly cat Biscuit. I work as a translator and writer for my own company Aardwolf Text Services (www.aardwolf.de) and I love vintage clothes and music, as well as singing karaoke.

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