Buy Presents For Everyone

Buy Presents For Everyone
© Surazeus
2025 12 14

This holiday season of lonely lights 
that flash with candles in windows of faith 
dislodges me from childhood memories 
so I wait in the movie theater 
for world messiah to descend from clouds 
while eating popcorn at the end of time. 

If I should wait for the apocalypse 
before I buy presents for everyone, 
then Christmas carolers may pass my home 
and leave strange beauty of sad melodies 
to birds with frosted eyes in wind-blown trees 
who sing of sorrow humans choose to hide. 

No restless angels sleep in snow-veiled pines, 
yet I hear eerie voices of their plots 
disguised as cheerful songs on radios 
with haunting echoes in cold lightless homes 
where festive ghosts hang stars on plastic trees 
then hover over me with dreamless wings. 

Snow tangled in bare limbs of apple trees 
bends porch lights into hearts wounded by faith 
because bright whiteness of pure innocence 
resembles wedding dress the blind girl wears 
as she parades alone in empty church 
beside the polar bear with emerald eyes. 

Each moment passing songless into death 
adjusts harsh chill of cheerful morning winds 
that wake from restless dreams of bearded gods 
millions of people who trudge streets of ice 
to work sustaining bloom of hungry flame 
which flickers anxiously in human hearts. 

Though memories of you all may come and go 
with flicker of flames on candles of hope, 
we walk with noiseless feet down curious stairs 
to see if angels haunt our living rooms, 
but children vanish in time-swirling snow 
to build new homes in towns across the land. 

Half lured to Heaven by time-swirling snow, 
I concede that our human lives on Earth 
are messy with intense desire to thrive 
in maze of streets that zigzag out from Hell 
where liquid moon floats boatly over trees 
with complicated details we ignore. 

Caught in bare monochrome of winter days, 
we hunch our hearts against brute winds of change 
to gather feathers from torn angel wings 
so we can weave them in our bitter hearts 
through energy of weird religious faith 
to make our home in this house where we dwell.