Brussels shimmers; shop fronts mark
The tinsel season – fragile, bright
This year: cascading walls of light.
The packaging of hopeful dreams
In red, black, gold and silver themes
This outward show is bravely done
For those with means, such gifts are fun.
It's a time for families to meet
For friends at work to drink and eat
For celebrations of all kinds
At parties – dressed up to the nines!
But December is a bumpy ride
For those with no one by their side
Bereaved or lonely or in pain
The festive season is a strain ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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