coal this year

it's Christmas lite
this year.
no eggnog poured, no
mistletoe hung,
no tree
in the corner with
lights and ornaments.
it's a gift card
kind of season this time
around.
no carols sung by
the open fire, no chestnuts,
or gifts with bows
and ribbons,
with the words love you
always thanks for a wonderful
blessed year.
the stockings are empty.
Santa will fly by,
the elves too.
the reindeer won't even
take a look,
no need to set out a slice
of pie
or glass milk for him.
it's coal this year
for you.