Alone on a Yule Night!

 

Alone on a Yule night!

The shops have shut, and the workplaces have closed,

All the folks have left to exotic places totally undisclosed.

The weather turns cold, and the nights turn long,

As the holidays unfold, my loneliness grows strong…

 

Even the falling white snow, drifts in the company of many;

Here I am, a pauper, with regards to both company and money.

So, I chose to light a long candle stick, on a quaint little window sill,

Close my eyes and journey through magical lands, all while sitting still.

 

Scenes and sounds from old Christmas toons, now my only escape;

Forming a village in the north pole in my mind’s rich landscape.

Warm and cozy cottages in the midst of snow-covered hillock,

Being haunted by Noel villains, synonymous with my ill luck?

 

A magnificent Christmas tree was being frozen over by Jack Frost;

While a pile of gifts was being nabbed by Mr. Grinch, at no real cost!

Colorful lights were being ripped apart by a deranged Oogie Boogie;

Hearths too drenched, turning all Christmas feasts, very wet and soggy…

 

Startled by the nightmares, I opened by eyes, leaping back to my reality.

All this is my doing, my room, my mind and my heart with their dull tonality!

I’m no Krampus, Christmas doesn’t have to be so lonesome and sad;

I can be Mr. Scrooge, who can turn my life around to good from bad.

 

So, I put on my winter coat, and ran with urgency out on to the street;

Took a long, deep breath and screamed high like a cat in heat!

“Merry Christmas to those who are by yourselves! You are not alone!”

“Let us be a family, united by the prangs of sadness and forlorn!”

 

Tired and tear-filled eyes appeared almost on every third window…

Lights turned on, and doors opened on houses, high and low!

A billion carols, as sung by angels, blared in my mind’s ears!

The music and beats, the likes of which I’ve not heard in years!

 

Then a lone object hit me straight in my head, making me doozy!

I picked it up to find it an old shoe with disgusting filth, all oozy!

An angry cry soon followed, “What do you think, you’re doing, you bell ender!”

“It’s the freaking middle of the night! Forget Christmas! We’re just in November!”

 

-SriVishnudaasan