"On Christmas Day, In the Morning"

wake up

to thin paper cocoons immediately undone,
their contents consumed.
the floor is soon littered with a terrible refuse.
faces drain of anticipation,
as multicolored lights illuminate
fabricated smiles.

and then:

"that's it?"
(the offerings expire)
"it's not even what I asked for.
i needed more

than this"

the air is still and strange when
greedy eyes glance at sturdy walls
and stare at flawless feet.