We may not have a merry Christmas
The last month the loneliest of the year
Full of painful memories and longing
Instead of happiness and cheer
We may not have a happy family
No peace inside our home
Arguments and anger replace love
Our holidays better spent alone
We may not have all that we dream of
Hopes for jolly futures full of fun
Asleep thinking of what could be
If they hadn't chose to run
But we know we have each other
So we celebrate just the same
Full of music and cheesy movies
Even if not on Christmas day
We'll try to frost our cookies
Although we hardly have the hand
Pop buttered popcorn for our feast
Turn on the Taylor Swift and dance
I don't need a happy family
For that reality is blue
I don't need a merry Christmas
I just need Christmases with you
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
