Melancholy Season:
Their adolescent eyes sparkled with the gleam of the twinkling lights adorning the family Christmas tree. My younger brothers and sister running around it, fighting to be the one to put the star on top. My Parents stayed back, arms tangled around each other smiling at the precious innocence of their youngest's. My fingers wrapped around the mug of hot chocolate. I blow on it and take a sip, flinching at the prominent hotness of the thick liquid. I sigh and place the mug down on the coaster on the wooden table, careful not to spill anything. I sit back in the crease of the sofa trying to disappear from the moment. I pull the sleeves of my sweater over the palms of my hands and snuggle into the comfort of the warm blanket across my tired body. I turn and watch as my dad picks up my youngest brother who has the star in his hand and he lifts him up. A victorious smile plastered on his youthful face as he fits the star on the top branch. A sudden dip in the couch appears next to me and I look over, my mom smiling at me as she brings her hand up and strokes the top of my hair, I give her a small smile and look back over at the scene. He lets out a small giggle and my dad brings him down and places him on the ground and he looks up at the work he did. He smiles brightly and goes back to running around with my other siblings, I sigh again and lift my body up from the warm couch. I mutter a small "I'll be outside" to my mom and she gives me a small, sad smile and I silently slip out into the foyer. I slip on my boots and jacket and open the door, looking back at the happy family behind me before closing the door and shivering at the new bitterness in the air. I quickly shove my hands into my pockets and walk to the middle of the abandoned street, I shuffle through the ice chunks left by the snow plow that hasn't come through in a while. I walk to the middle and look up at the light night sky, snowflakes calmly falling and layering on the already fallen snow. A thin silence breathed throughout the neighbourhood, and a distant party could be heard a few houses down. This always happens, I end up in the middle of the street on Christmas eve waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to help me not be so lost anymore. But I can never seem to find it, Here's to another year.
