Leaves on trees fall fast to the ground,

With winter approaching and Christmas sounds.

 

Children ecstatic, lights aglow,

Choirs sing, mulled wine flows.

 

I should feel nostalgic, looking at the Christmas tree,

Instead sadness fills my memories.

 

Of all the things that should have been,

When children were not heard & hardly seen,

Of family lost, loved ones turned away,

Children broken, no longer want to play,

Little hearts filled with pain and fear,

Santa didn’t visit again this year.

 

I want to hear carols, and feel fuzzy and warm,

But all I recall is my parents scorn.

 

I want to smile and it reach my eyes,

Forget about all the deceit and lies.

 

I want to hold my loved ones dear,

Share with them the festive cheer.

 

Each year new memories we build,

And with each thought planted I hope to grow a field,

The weeds of bad, the good shall surpass,

And a Happy Merry Christmas I hope to have at last.