I try not to think about June <br />In December, <br />I try not to remember <br />People and places, beautiful faces <br />That have escaped my view. <br />Christmas presents <br />Given without love <br />Become landfill sadness; <br />And I feel, this year, <br />Every emotion <br />Is being discarded en masse. <br />You gave me a gift of tears, <br />That one I’m still holding onto.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-presents/
