The Season to be Jolly, always makes me sad.
It reminds me of all the things I always wanted, but never had.
A big circle of close friends, a house, a dog
Cuddling with my soul-mate as we looked out at the winter fog.
Walking in the winter wonderland alone,
With no one to call my own.
Popcorn, soda and watching the re-runs of the Apprentice,
I ask myself, if I die today will someone even notice?
Christmas morning, the roads are empty,
Someone is hungry for love in this land of plenty.
The price you pay for being an expatriate,
There’s no place for Diwali nor Christmas in the States,
I worked on Diwali and worked on Christmas last year
The employer asks, well you are not a Christian? Why do you care?
I look forward to the mundane life that will begin in Jan
Sans any festivity, decorations and holiday plans
I want to hide under my blanket till is passes away.
Just like I do for all my birthdays.
As strangers cuddle up with family getting ready for the midnight mass,
‘Tis season to be jolly,
And I say to myself….well this too shall pass.
