The prompt today at Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides blog was 
Teenager. This is one of the poems I wrote.

Christmas.

 

No one was celebrating

at my house

No garland,

no tree

no music.

But I, determined,

walked to the

grocery store

parking lot,

bought a

bedraggled

remaining

tree,

carried it home

alone

Set it up with

lights and ornaments

unwilling to allow

the darkness there

to

claim my

fifteen-year-old

Christmas.

jle2018