Christmas Dinner

Written by: Charles Clive

We saw that you lay in your bed; an over imbibed Christmas Day. In fact, you had buried your head; you wished we would all go away. We noticed you tossing in bed, not daring to open your eyes; aware that the daylight ahead would come as a nasty surprise. We heard as you rushed from your bed and dashed to the bathroom in flight. You peered at the glass with some dread; the face looking back was a fright. We hoped you would soon leave your bed all blessed with a happy release. But knowing you’d rather be dead, we left you to suffer - in peace. ~
For Francine's Contest - 13th December 2012.