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
Copyright © B. Maxine Revolution | Year Posted 2014
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