Guest Writer 
Christmas is a holiday about giving,
Such a wonderful holiday it is for many
When children get gifts and make merry,
Families are laughing, and it all seems so endearing
But why does it feel like this year is different?
Why does it feel like something changed?
Instead of showing love, all I see is irreverence
Where is the so-called “Christmas spirit” upon which this holiday once hinged?
It has always been cold in the months leading up to this time of the year,
The thing I liked most about it is that I always felt my problems disappear
But now it seems like the opposite is true,
Christmas was once colorful, but now it’s been painted over by such a dark hue
Maybe that’s what older people call adulting,
If that’s the case, then I don’t want to be
It feels like little by little, my inner child is disappearing,
And that this Christmas might just be the end of me
Bring me back to the point in my life where I received presents from my family,
Back to when I kept receiving money for no particular reason
Back when I ate lots of fruit salad and passed out before 12 midnight,
And to the time where I felt unending joy during this time of year
I don’t want it to slip through my fingers and forever let it disappear,
I don’t want to have to cry every single year,
I want to see those children caroling, their songs I wanna hear,
I don’t want to celebrate Christmas with my eyes shedding tears.
