December blues like clockwork once again,
where even the simplest things can break a tear.
Seems lately every 1 out of 2 tv shows does the job,
from sad stories to happy stories…
Yes, even the happy ones make me cry..
Really need to shove this weakness back in my closet,
and continuing showering myself with the joyful atmosphere of festivity.
Christmas. What it represents and promotes is beautiful.
Where everyone is happy, and love is always in the air…
No matter if they’re lovers, family, friends, acquaintances,
or even strangers..
Me, it’s the love of life, myself, and my baby girl… Baileys.
*(…puts on Michael Buble’s Christmas album.)