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MoneyWonder

Christmas

Sitting here all alone, in my own double bed,
No presents, no tree, no decorations for me.
Parents in bed, always arguing, never agreeing, on what's best for me.
I lay here and sigh, as midnight strikes, and hear no hohoho.
Christmas seems so dull a day, not special, in any way.
It didn't use to be this way, back in the days where I believed.
But those days are no more, no joy for me, just another day, of another hard year.
Give joy to others, is what I do. Presents I give but none I recieve.
My friends are grateful, for what I give, but my family feels cold. Like my bedroom.
My grandparents care, and prepare a feast, for Christmas at 12, we eat and eat.
There my few presents reside. A few envelopes with money they hide.
No desire for presents, not anymore, decorations are a bother, and quite a bore.
Busy as always on this day to relax. Nothing more than a usual faff.
To all those that care, like I used to, keep going I say, and let the spark live on
For my old spark is finally gone. No presents, no desire, no warm open fire. I lay in my bed, wrapped in the sheets, typing this message for all to read.
On this night, of Christmas, to all my watchers I say "To all a good night, and enjoy the day!" To all a good Christmas, to all a good night, enjoy the new year, set a new spark alight...
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