Was Xmas Missing

on cold, nostalgic mornings,
I wake to signified missing, longing
for something that never was,
or if it was, it was difficult and quick. 

maybe all life is lived forward
but looked upon backwards,
wishing we could've done better,
but unable to do anything about it. 

and the beauty, and the possibility,
of each chilly morning offers
a glimpse into the past,
while giving a tinge of hope for the future. 

as I pour my coffee, I sigh,
and smile a what-the-hell smirk
of time and why, because
it is Christmas Day and the sun is shining.