A Month of Contrasts

It used to smell like a holiday.

Now, it leaves most wondering,

“Is it December already?”

“December” used to paint pictures of

Clear skies with sparkling stars,

Fun fairs that lit up the entire city,

Laughter echoing through circuses,

The thrill of giant wheels,

Mouthwatering ice cream,

And that unforgettable Christmas candy.

Now, on these chilling nights,

What most want is a glass of brandy.

While the lucky ones are out there

Planning to mark the year’s end,

Corporate slaves frown at the calendar,

It doesn’t even fall on a weekend.

A rare blend of emotions stirs within,

Caught in a quiet war between time zones,

Suspended somewhere in between.

Should the unfinished resolutions be mourned,

Or should a fresh start be welcomed?

Still, a whole month remains to salvage resolutions,

And the hearts of hopeful souls

Quietly wish for a Christmas miracle!

Mysterious Realizations!