And just like that, it’s over. 
All the twinkle lights and 
farmed trees in their red 
buckets of sugar-water,
windowsills with garland and
Doctor Who marathons 
opposite Jimmy Stewart on the 
old movie channel. 
I’m sleeping until noon until 
next year whether it 
brings happiness or the
drab kind of weather that
requires gin and a therapist. 
The truth is we never know 
what’s coming. All we have 
is this moment, this one 
breath for our senses to
collect all their data on
the now, regardless of
circumstance, and find 
their own reasons to 
choose love.