Christmas
by: Jenna
Christmas means frostbitten faces and
windblown hair
it means plane rides, airports,
stuffy smoky taxi cabs.
Ella and Louis were right when they said:
Baby, It's Cold Outside
but no one is here to call me baby
and it's getting colder.
Christmas means uncomfortable ice-skates,
awkward family reunions,
guilt-ridden hot chocolate and swollen winter jackets.
Christmas means trying to smile.
Daddies holding blank video-cameras
wondering why his little angel won't turn to look.
Christmas means laughing, giggling, hugging, kissing –
secretly crying, starving, missing.
Dear God: let me melt into a puddle on the floor
so that the wind might carry me away
from here,
like Mr. Snowman outside my window.
Christmas means eyes closed, eyelashes wet.
Dear God: let me drop the tiny pieces of myself down the stairwell
and they will create far more beautiful sounds than I ever could have
with my wasted piano lessons.
While outside, the adults smoke,
tall, skinny, Elegant like New York itself,
crowded and alive.
the "Most Wonderful Time of the Year" –
it's just that I have never felt more lonely
then when the city lights winked at me as I walked by.
by: Jenna
Christmas means frostbitten faces and
windblown hair
it means plane rides, airports,
stuffy smoky taxi cabs.
Ella and Louis were right when they said:
Baby, It's Cold Outside
but no one is here to call me baby
and it's getting colder.
Christmas means uncomfortable ice-skates,
awkward family reunions,
guilt-ridden hot chocolate and swollen winter jackets.
Christmas means trying to smile.
Daddies holding blank video-cameras
wondering why his little angel won't turn to look.
Christmas means laughing, giggling, hugging, kissing –
secretly crying, starving, missing.
Dear God: let me melt into a puddle on the floor
so that the wind might carry me away
from here,
like Mr. Snowman outside my window.
Christmas means eyes closed, eyelashes wet.
Dear God: let me drop the tiny pieces of myself down the stairwell
and they will create far more beautiful sounds than I ever could have
with my wasted piano lessons.
While outside, the adults smoke,
tall, skinny, Elegant like New York itself,
crowded and alive.
the "Most Wonderful Time of the Year" –
it's just that I have never felt more lonely
then when the city lights winked at me as I walked by.
