The clock strikes midnight; the chatter swells and hums,
Glasses clink, where laughter and old grudges come.
The lechon glistens; each slice a tender, sweet delight,
Cola fizzing softly, its bubbles catching the light.
The cold breeze of December hits your skin.
“Have you gained weight? Why are you so thin?”
You wondered how much penny they would earn,
Asking questions that weren’t meant to concern.
Children’s carols echo down the streets,
Their voices are fragile, cold nipping at their feet.
In this season of joy and festive glee,
You long for silence, to simply be free.
You found a corner, a shadowed retreat,
Away from their gaze, escaping the heat.
Lost in your thoughts, where silence begins;
Seeking peace within as the chaos spins.
“You should eat more; you’re too slim!”
Your uncle chuckles his beer cup to the brim.
In this house of plenty, you can’t entirely ignore,
How love comes wrapped with wounds you’ve felt before.
All you wanted was to drift away from the buzz,
To trade the noise for a tranquil hush.
A place where quiet holds and slows,
And the warmth of home in every moment shows.