Beneath the tinsel’s glittered sheen,
Lies the weight of yuletide dreams,
Expectations, heavy it seems,
Like laden branches, evergreen.

In gift-wrapped parcels, hopes we tie,
Each ribbon a whispered sigh,
Anticipation soaring high,
Yet burdened by a wishful cry.

The pressure builds as the day draws near,
To fulfill the joy we hold so dear,
Wrapped in traditions, crystal clear,
Yet expectations cast a shadow, drear.

In the quest for perfect cheer,
The weight of expectation appears,
A heavy load, our joy veneer,
Yet simplicity, the heart holds dear.

So, let us lift this weight, release,
Embrace the moments, find our peace,
For in the essence of love’s increase,
Christmas finds its true release.