dear christmas

So I stand before you again.
As every year.
“Same procedure as last year, miss Sophie?
Same procedure as every year, James.”
Mourning you.
Even before you have left.

And I hope you will stop cooperate with Time.
You are following him like a stalker.
He is not God, you know.

Your wooden star,
Your tree filled with ecstasy and chocolate,
Your joyful music,
Your lovely candles and colours,
Your calm smell,
Your peaceful warmth.

I’ll miss every fragment of you, my dear.
Until I’ll see you next year.
Only to let me go another time.
Cause that is your nature.
So transitory.
It is your cup of tea.

I’ll wait for you anyway, anytime, anywhere.
All yours forever,

Astrid