Holiday

Holiday

The
Sharp
Leaves
Of
The
Holly
Bush
Stab 
My
Fingers
As I
Hang
The 
Large
Outdoor
Christmas
Ornaments, 
A 
Note
Of
Cheer
For 
This
Honored
Feast
Day.
In
Other
Years,
There
Was
Noise
And
Glitter,
But
Now
I celebrate
In
Solitude.
The
Brittle
Leaves
Pierce
My
Skin,
And
A
Single
Drop
Of 
Blood 
Spills
Onto
The
Shiny
Surface
Of  
A 
Crimson
Ball,
And
Disappears.