christmas?

Its cold creeping into my veins.
Its warmth stolen from my extremities.
The white powder isn't intensifying my heart beat. 

No electric jolts. No feelings foreign.
But its everywhere. Everywhere.
Its on my hands.
Its on my face.
Shake to get it off me.
Its on the ground.
Its falling from the sky.
I hate it. I hate it.
Tis the season.