christmas feelings


my humans are smiling


as they unwrap their gifts

and say the words

“thank you”

“i love you”

“god bless”

and lastly the words

“merry christmas”


we’re all under the same

broken moon

but the flowers in me are happy

at last.


Christmas Wishlist


Christmas Wishlist


1. Flowers of self-forgiveness
2. The power to overcome hopelessness
3. The wisdom of showing compassion to myself
4. An abundant amount of contentment & gratefulness
5. Infinite reasons to stay alive


Esprit de famille

breathe in and breathe out.
you are surrounded by loved
ones today.
the food is good, and there are
so many stories to tell.
this is the season of expression.
this is the season of loving kindness.
be in love with your family.
be in love with your own flesh and blood.
breathe in and breathe out.
breathe in and breathe out and smile and laugh.
you are happy at this moment and this moment is your life.

Happy Christmas Season ❤

COAW Christmas ❤

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Bear wearing Santa hat with Christmas gift boxes on a white carpet at night

I don’t want a materialistic gift. I want a gift that brings back old warm memories. I want something that comes from the heart. Like how my mom made the mango cake she used to bake when I was six years old. Like how my friend gave me a copy of his favorite video game and how I gave him a copy of my favorite poetry book. It is in these kinds of gifts that I think I’ll treasure the act of giving and receiving. And it is in these kinds of gifts that I think I’ll treasure the spirit of Christmas.

Currently Listening To: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Michael Bublé

Last year you told me that Christmas was your favorite season back when you were six years old. How you believed in Santa Claus and all his reindeers and factory elves every time you spotted a gift near your Christmas tree or inside your Santa sock.

But one day you learned that Santa wasn’t real because you caught your father sneak your gift under the Christmas tree. And that ruined all the joy and excitement that Christmas used to give you. The thing that people call the Christmas Spirit.

But you were lucky you know? Because I never believed in Santa as a kid because it was evident to me that he wasn’t real because what kind of person would have that kind of generosity? No one I thought.

And you promised me. You promised me that we’d meet this Christmas. And you didn’t. You actually came early. Three days early. Seeing you wearing a Santa hat as I opened the front door.

And we kissed under the mistletoe under a thousand stars under a moonlight and yet above everything including heaven because we were high in Christmas Spirit.

And I looked at you, and you’re real.

And you looked at me, and you’re six years old again.