A memory I chose

Not to remember

But still dims up in style

Coming in memorial fragments

Taking up the holiday space

A space that was never in existence,

But fought tooth and nails

To make hostage

I was almost of age

Ready to say bye to holidays

Because they were so childish

And I’m no more a child

Yet, it made the family cut

You know, a tradition

A tradition that has turned to custom

A custom that changed to belief

A belief that drives faith

A belief that togetherness is unity

And a lying tongue is dishonesty

That a flaming one can kill

I wish then in my anxious mind

That December should leave already

Telling my journal

“January! I can’t wait”.