The Bulbs That Blind Them

Maybe it's the way the elf is grinning... Maybe it's the way Mrs. Claus seems to know something I don't. Christmas always has an aura of mystery and a tinge of sadness. It could be the way the bulbs hang from the tree and effortlessly reflect a twisted, distorted view of myself as I search the branches for the bulbs that may mean something... anything, to someone. No matter how I turn, I can't get away from the carnival-mirror-like image hiding between the strands of garland. She mocks me as I look at the homemade bulb with glitter letters that says ''Mothers Make Memories''. I wonder if every Christmas tree holds within it the bulbs that blind them.