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A Child's Christmas

A troubling truth about a child's Christmas He hated holidays Coloring Santas that never came Listening to stories of family He had none crying with shame Kids stringing popcorn in class While he sneaks it in his pocket Children go home excitedly He dreads the walk in the snow hole in his shoes, socks, and heart Christmas day comes all too soon Never unwrapping presents but Unwrapping and replacing bandages He lit up like the Christmas lights with bruises His eyes glistened like the stars on trees with tears A Child's Christmas isn't always what it seems. B. Maxine Waldrep

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Jslambert Mister Roboto

Date: 8/19/2014 11:27:00 PM

This Sadly, hits Home Way too hard, too close. WOW. I never had a Christmas as a kid...I was also abused, but I don't know why I just told you that, I might erase this like a pussy. But hell with it. I aint whining Either, My life is good now. My son is 11 and we celebrate the Hell outta some Fake Jesus' Bday!!!! Hey. Gotta ask you something, through observation,,,You are young aren't you? Not ripping on you at all, It's just once ppl get a certain age, they forget how to write like this.

B. Maxine Revolution
Date: 8/21/2014 11:39:00 AM

I wanted to express the other ther side of holidays, most write about happy times, and oddly enough as I get older the more I want expose the darker more raw side of things, and to not be afraid to expose myself. Im glad you didnt let your past defeat you !!