• Poem: Merry Freaking Christmas
    By: Kit Katy

    The whole world laughs and cheers while I’m fixed into the shallow corners
    Christmas is not merry, not joyful, not bliss!
    For two days, two long days, I listen to shouts and senseless sentences.
    Each carol the kid scouts sing remains off key, and the stories of how it started repeat and repeat.

    The worst of it all is not the singing or ripping of gifts, it’s being alone.
    Holiday’s mean nothing, if you can’t share them all.
    No ounce of love, no ounce of comfort, no care from the crowd.
    I walk alone in this foreboding tunnel.

    I return, but still no one cares.
    They shout and bicker about simple affairs.
    This is my Christmas, this is my home, and this is where I tolerate such unlikely hours.

    It might not be too dreadful, if I’m out of the family tree.
    If I hurry, I can escape the barbarians with the greatest of ease!
    A vault opens to a treasure; a girl that still waits for her lover.
    My worries weaken, the gloom is amiss, and no irritating relatives!

    Her innocence is above them!
    Her figure is superb!
    Her smile is gentle, and her laugh calms my every nerve.

    A door closes, and you see a sign.
    It wishes you the best of the holiday, and advises you to grab a wine.
    Merry Freaking Christmas, to all and to all a good night.