Sun glistens off the tinsel, as it ascends towards the sky; anticipation builds as the first piece is unwrapped,
if only the happiness could be captured at this precise moment, the brief space in time before reality sets in.
Two Christmases should be a cause of celebration for a boy of twelve, usually reserved for dreams and fairy tales, however, two Christmases are not as good as one.
Forced smiles, hiding a damaged heart, combustible feelings looming as a storm cloud, ready to burst forth and ruin the day,
the orange sunset a bright backdrop to a gloomy day; perhaps next year I will ask for one Christmas instead.
Chris Mahina 2011