Empty Christmas

Have pulled the cracker.
Crisp red hat now worn.
Joke englanced among the torn shreds.
Gifts unopened under the unmade bed.
The tree slightly sloping, blinks
with regular cheer.
Everything's ready for the nobody here.

The microwave turkey with sachet of juice.
Streamers precarious dance with the air.
The box in the corner perfectly wrapped;
the ungiven gift for the nobody there.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.