23/12/2016 0 Comments A Christmas poem VIChristmas Tears
'Christmas cheer is not found here, children, we are too poor. What's left instead, moldy and stale bread, and no fancy wreaths on our door. We'll have no tree but something came to me and it'll cure those blues of yours.' Then Mother took lights, and at tree height, afixed them from ceiling to floor Criss-crossed and V-ed yes, it turned out to be the most beautiful tree evermore... And with that act, I knew for a fact, Mother deserved to be adored! Then Father came in reeking of his gin looked upon this and was floored! His face ghastly, turned bitter and nasty, Christmas lights from the wall he tore 'I'll have none of this! ' and he said with a hiss, 'Woman, you are a stupid wh*re.' And he left a mess kinda like us, I guess as we all cried of Christmas's of yore Still, as Mother was blue She said, 'This was meant for you' And the lights went on the wall once more She said, 'Don't hate, Father's anger will abate... He is only sad that we are so poor.' This happened to be, Christmas of 1983, the saddest of that I am sure. But what I've learned... love given is love returned and happiness is something to fight for. (by Lee Degnan)
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