Corroded Time [POETRY/PROSE]

Silence

Biting into it,
The day old cookie dough,
Without chocolate chips,
As the jingle bells' music,
Sounds throughout your house,

Christmas eve,
Was one to forget,
Christmas is the day,
You must begin again,
And slouch as,
Your teeth continue,
To slowly munch,

Doors sound too loud,
But it's worth,
The snow outside,
And the grounds though vacant,
Have prints of,
Too many snow angels,

You try one out,
But it deforms,
You go back in,
Announce your arrival,
And no one responds,

Only realise that this time,
There isn't a gingerbread house,
Waiting on the table.