You know the holidays <br />are the best <br />and the worst. <br /> <br />Expectations rise <br />to levels so high <br />that they surely <br />cannot ever be reached. <br /> <br />Then there is the commercialization <br />and the money we all feel we need <br />to buy the gifts <br />which our relatives <br />may or may not need. <br /> <br />While joy in the giving <br />is there <br />also the feeling that <br />you don't have enough money <br />to participate <br />or your gift <br />is not as good a gift <br />as the other one <br />the brother-in-law gives; <br />you know the brother-in-law <br />who gives <br />just to throw <br />his money around. <br />. <br />Oh how I wish the <br />holidays <br />had more celebration in them. <br /> <br />And then the bills <br />come in January <br />preceded by New Year's Eve <br />New Year's Eve that can be both anxiety-ridden <br />and wonderful. <br /> <br />What have I achieved this year? <br />If dating <br />who is this person <br />and will they be there next year? <br />Or my God <br />they just might be <br />and I don't know how <br />I feel about that' <br />or worse I could be <br />all alone next New Years Eve. <br /> <br />Yes, the holidays; <br />wonderful <br />and as I say; <br />Yet? <br /> <br />Let me out of the holidays <br />I need a year <br />to rest.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holiday-yets/
