This christmas,
I have received the most, ever.
I finally got my light-up reindeer,
only to find its moving head creepy.
The front yard is finally lit up with lights,
but I don't have time to appreciate it.
I received a hammock,
but theres no time to lay in it.
I got my long awaited macbook,
only to find it burdening with untold expectations.
Unexpectedly, i also got a 6s.
I panicked over the the color for an hour.

It doesn't feel like christmas
its 12:19 now. officially December 25th,
yet I'm still writing college essays.

I’m eighteen now,
truly, its my first adult christmas
and it has lost its magic.

I had no time to anticipate

the excitement, the feelings

of Christmas. 

I'm trying to hold on, 

but I only have two hands.

This, to my materialistic youth,
should have been the best christmas. Ever.
yet, in reality, it might have been the worst.