I think this is Christmas

It's white outside. There is wrapping paper on the floor. The dog has his raw-hide. People are slower in movement and waving at their neighbors.

I feel like this is a ghost of a day i used to know. A day where cuddling and endearment was the only agenda. A day when i knew what family was. A day when i had you.

I can still see the resemblance of hope, faith, and love but they are in shades of gray. I can still feel the lingering of blood pumping through my heart just not sure what color is it.

I softly hear children laughing and parents glowing at their happiness. If i sit quite enough i can hear the wind of peace knocking at our home.

I think this is Christmas but it's just not the same. I think this day is trying for me to remember our name.