December 25th, 2009

Truth be told,
My family was never much
Into Christmas.

When we were young,
Immigrant life
Was hard enough.

My poor parents,
They bought us
All sorts of gifts
With money we didn’t have,
Nonetheless.

Now, older,
We don’t care much
About presents.

We are just trying
To be happy
With what we have.

I feel like
We’re turning
Into cranky
Old people.

D.H. Lee

(via Swanksalot)

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