Hollow days

I'll pretend it's still Fall this year,

With the Christmas day drawing near!

You may think I'm some edgy punk,

But on Christmas my dad is drunk!

Back when I was still just a boy,

It was Easter that brought me joy.

Now the holidays feel the same -

All obnoxious and freaking lame

Christmas tree with the yellow lights,

All obnoxious and freaking bright,

Brings back memories and the pain,

So I treat Christmas with disdain.

Easter Sunday was once so good -

- By the church, on its dawn, I stood,

With my grandma - but now I feel,

My heart already turned to steel.