Winning Poem

Why do we care that Christmas is a thing,
all it brings you is joy and suspense.
But don’t get me wrong it’s a lovely time of the year,
but why, why, why
do we care that Christmas is a thing?

Well I’ll tell you why,
when we wake up on Christmas Day
we think of the paper scrunching
as we open our presents.
We hear the eerily quiet moment
when everyone wants to see
what’s behind the present.

But this may not be a time for joy
as so many more will cry for time.
This year has filled us with the thing we hate,
it’s sadness you see
and sadness is not what we want to see.
It’s the nagging fear of being next to enter
the Room we think is hexed,
it’s like being the big X,
people stay clear from the thing we despise

But it’s not you they despise
it’s the smaller things they despise,
it’s something else,
it takes joy from the world and turns it into hate,
but you see why, why, why do we care that Christmas is a thing.
You see it’s the thought of being back together as one big piece,
the thought of having a laugh with one big thing,
knowing that your empty thing is your heart
which is whole again.