Season ender

Months pass by so quick...
It was January and the next thing you know, it's already December.

It's time once more to spend lavishly on presents.
Presents that you give out like sweat.
It's materialistic but the feeling of giving is absent
Is this the modern definition of Christmas now?

From all corners, all I see are people whining for presents
I want this, I want that
But does it really matter?
Did the Messiah's day of birth only meant as a day for giving of material possessions?

The truth hurts but most of us are like this
We only ask for gifts but we never understand the season
We tend to think "what am I getting this Christmas?"
Instead of thinking on how Christmas saved our own faiths

I'm no exception from this misfortune
I admit I think more on presents than what the season is all about
I'm pretty sure you think of the same dilemma
We're all on the same boat now

Before we start shopping at malls
Before we start calling relatives for a big gathering
Before we empty our wallets on gifts we give out lavishly
Let's give it some thought first, what is it really about?

About a man with an overly grown beard named Santa Claus
Or about Jesus Christ who saved us all from our own sins

Just for you...

Even if your name fades in my mind
Your sweet smile remains untouched
And though the years will eventually catch up
We'll always be looking back at this desired montage

Remember those childhood years?
Those years spent frolicking in the sand
The years where we never gave a care for the world
For everything that mattered was us and nothing more

But you we're always different
Someone that always stood out like a rose in a garden
Someone who treats me different unlike the rest
Someone who always cared to give me a frown than a smile

Adults call it phases but we called it rivalry
For there was never a time wherein we were at peace
Never a time where we exchanged laughs
For what we traded the most is words and fists

Cute? Back then that didn't mattered
For we we're always busy debating on superiority that never ended
But now I finally have the chance to look at your best
And I must say, I must have been blind back then

It's hard to remember someone like you
Since we parted ways at such an early age
And although no one rose victorious over our quarrels
I now admit my defeat in front of you

You left me to rot in my own loneliness
Like the sun vanishing in the skies
The silence without you was deafening
Enough to make an ordinary man cry

In those years of absence I always thought to myself
Was we cursed to never end this random fighting?
Or was there another version of our story
Of us being just so much more than what we truly are now...

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Just something I was forced to make for ***** ^___^