'tis the season
of christmas joy

i count each pence and there's
gifts i have to make

how joyful is this sorrow,
which i patiently wait for to pass

the pretty lights decorate the street
and it does nothing to ease me

'tis the season
of christmas fucking joy,
and i dread the family dinner.



picture of today's fog, taken with an early 2010s digicam
poem by my very talented friend charlotte (@charlottemilagray on instagram), thought it would go great with the photo since it's what christmas here look like this year.