Wish I could camouflage it in sprays of silver tinsel. Stuff the raw, lonely feeling down into the toe of a stocking. But I can't. Even with my child chattering away about Santa, Santa brings me the same shit every year- this feeling.
-The Isle of Misfit Toys
-I'll Be Home For Christmas
The lights hanging in the cold, empty air.
So, Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to you.