A letter to Christmas
Hello Christmas,
It has been a while I saw you like I used to know you. The harmattan breeze the blows on my hairy skin would typically announce your forthcoming I smelled you from afar as I inhale the cold winds that tells your story. You brought a feeling of chilling-warmth and I miss that.
It’s the last month of the year and things are different. The weather is smoking hot, sweat erupting from my volcanic underarm and running a sprint on my skin. All I smell is the fumes from my neighbors’ near-death generator.
I don’t see the glittering lights patterned in houses and across the street. I don’t hear the thunderous sound of fireworks as they paint pictures in the sky. I don’t see dilated pupils, everyone is about their normal daily routine like they don’t know what time of the year it is. I suspect you may have announced your non-arrival this year. it’s hard to keep up with the news these days and I don’t see folks preparing.
Alas it’s the D-day and I’m hopeful I would still see you around. The morning is beautiful but I still don’t feel your presence. My neighbors didn’t send me the usual bowl of rice and chicken and I didn’t send to them either. I guess we are trying not to poison each other. I got some calls and merry wishes, Seems you are at the other side of town or I just don’t recognize you anymore. Times have changed and I believe you may now dress differently. I sure won’t recognize you in a skinny jean and baseball hat.
My cheese has been moved and I have to get used to the new you. Anyway, anyhow you come next year, kindly fill you red bag with love, peace and togetherness. If I see these, I will know you are around.
Yours truly.
