
Christmas Goodies
christmas was the bigger disappointment than mother because christmas was something once something of promises and wishes fulfilled but they didn't last long giving me a taste of something pure then taking it away unlike her who i never really tasted as anything pure or otherwise that's probably why i hold more against christmas than I do her since as they say nothing gained then nothing lost either that's probably why i shun christmas like a jilted lover now bewitching enchanting christmas with its easy prizes of candy and toys demanding no moil or toil for its rewards much the way i suppose a mother was supposed to deliver her presents of care and attention too the free stuff good stuff of the holiday only demanding i be young and naïve and to dress for a day like a performing monkey and behave oneself as well or better all of it such a small price to pay for all the goodies of the holiday but then christmas turned to something else a different sort of performance of pretending and pretense an unpleasant thing for someone preferring their coffee black instead the milk and sugar of pretending you really know or like everybody at the festivities and the effort of pretending that the holiday itself is more like unwrapping the thing you dearly wanted than another sweater or pack of socks gifted merely for the sake of appearances and then it became more about the shopping in horrific crowds the concerns about how to pay for it all and wrapping and cooking and being on time all the false smiles with tinsel all the preparation for something that didn't offer that much joy to the world or anybody else anymore christmas a good thing still i suppose for the family getting together for a day to tighten the knot of the tie that binds and maybe a good thing for the kids too to taste something close to pure while they still can before their taste buds change along with the meals and most things start tasting the same but it lost its shine a long time ago like the notion of romantic love that came later finding it wasn't at all like christmas either that the woman was nowhere like the playthings so easy granted by christmas no matter how good how nice a boy i thought i'd been every year coming to understand like a chick or bunny for easter the woman like everything else was gonna be more work than i wanted her to be and coming to understand i'm not such an adorable gift either and if it's gonna work then love needs to be more like christmas for the adults plodding through the necessary chores that keep it together for the sake of the kids and that family tie it's probably the reason i don't like christmas too much now cause it let me down unlike the mother i never really knew in her absence never letting me down so never too much the brunt of my too many disappointments either nowadays christmas is just okay something to be done understanding and feeling it for what it is sadly instead of feeling it for what it was it's okay like most of the other things that used to be much better too the x or y axes of their pleasures sex drive-in movies and the rest narrowing just like christmas yeah i think i dislike christmas for its disappointment in becoming something else something more like everything else than trouble-free the pleasures of presents a figment of memory now like the promises of everything else that were gonna offer pure easy and enduring pleasures
