it’s the time of the year

7 years old, 7 AM

i woke up and i open the door

and the living room was full of red, green, and glamor

the christmas tree with the shining star like a cherry on top and gifts underneath

the toy train moving around on its tracks near my feet

and the fireplace burning with the socks above its jaw

i ran to the tree and looked for my gift, ripped it open and saw

a toy helicopter with a remote control

and my parents smiled with a whole

as i made it fly

and time passed by.

16 years old, 11 AM

i woke up and i open the door

mom's cooking lunch and a mess was the floor

the tree's star flickers like a light's stupor

and the train moves no more

underneath a tree is a paper bag from a store

no wonder they don't wrap my gifts anymore

i peeked inside and it's a sweater--

psh

you know what

this sucks

i don't care anymore

so i threw it to my bed

and years fled

30 years old, 9 AM

i woke up and open the door

it's not the same old place as before

mom and dad are in a different house -- actually, THE old house

your apartment stinks like hell but who cares anyway

christmas tree doesn't have anything on it nor underneath

and the toy train doesn't work anymore (shit)

you open your mailbox

"Merry Christmas!" "Happy Holidays!" "Enjoy your holidays!"

psh

who cares

back to sleep

57 years old, the night before

here's to another crappy christmas

there's no more tree

nor people even there

mom and dad are gone

and i'm all alone

all i have is the ceiling fan

and the black and white TV

well shucks

didn't expect this

to end

soon