Dear Santa...

Dear Santa...
-Original Text November 26, 2013-

Snow falls softly, blanketing the village, filling each crevice,
Reminding me of the holes I hold in my heart,
The emptiness that resounds throughout my house.
Each flake falls like a star, inviting Christmas wishes from each path they cross.
Wishes seem so trite, so whimsical, so out of reach this year.
Maybe it gets easier.

Each tradition takes a backseat, each memory must be held dear.
Another year decorating, shopping, wrapping,
Hanging lights and ornaments on my own.
Halfway around the world, separated by miles and minutes,
Another holiday season will pass us by.
It must get easier.

The depression doesn't set in like before, but there is the despair.
Ever pulsing and holding just below the surface,
Never allowing itself to be pushed completely from my mind.
Thoughts of loss and loneliness creep in like a cold draft through the windows.
Nothing can be done to curb the chill.
It never gets easier.


Dear Santa...
Please make it easier.