December isn't easy.

Everyone cannot splurge

Everyone cannot "vacay"

Everyone isn't able to put up trees and trinkets 

Everyone doesn't stay

Some leave. 

Some pass away

Some change

Some go astray 

In the midst of anguish 

There's hunger for Hope 

Hope that is found 

By following The Way. 

Victory is found

When knees hit the ground

When eyes and hands raised, 

The lips choose to say

Circumstances cannot define me

The world's measures cannot defy me

I practice sacred thankfulness 

This December. Everyday. 

(c) 

📸 : self