THERE IS NO JOY IN MUDVILLE

I've become a Scrooge 

in my old age. 
With no young children 
of my own to fill 
with the wonderment 
and enchantment 
of Christmas, 
I find little joy 
in the holiday. 
In fact, 
I'm one of those 
who suffers 
a passing depression
remembering 
my felicitous childhood 
as well as 
the excitement 
of my children 
opening their gifts.
Es triste.

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