Christmas

Christmas comes but once a year. Thank heavens for that, there was little cheer, for us as children, full of fear. Dad would drink until bellyful. Then spew his vitriol on assembled crew. Could this be why I don't like Christmas? Unhappy memories from long ago Resurface, dimming any warm glow. I simply wait for it to go. Even though my girls are grown. And each in turn hurry home. To fill the house with joy. Strange how feelings run so deep. It's important we do not let them keep us prisoners to our poisoned past. Here's hoping we'll have a blast!!

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Arthur Vaso

Date: 12/21/2015 1:22:00 AM

It can be difficult and in the end you pulled the rabbit out of the hat, nothing a little mistletoe toe and whiskey cant fix! At least thats my plan!

Jean Murray
Date: 12/21/2015 1:28:00 AM

Hi! Ho!

Jean Murray
Date: 12/21/2015 1:27:00 AM

Morning Arthur. I see it's 1:22 am with you.. You must be a sleepy head. I am here getting fed... Then it's off to work I go.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 12/20/2015 5:21:00 AM

- A great poem, Jean - Today I just want to wish you and your family a peaceful and beautiful Christmas ! - Huge Christmas hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jean Murray
Date: 12/20/2015 6:44:00 AM

Thank you Anne Lise. We are back from the hell of family break up now and our love for each other runs deep. I enjoy the fun, especially when their partners visit. That always keeps the girls on their best behaviour.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 12/19/2015 11:28:00 PM

Wow, I loved how you explained the pain of the past and in the very end said lets not let it ruin our future! Loved this poem! In a way, the "Christmas carol"

Jean Murray
Date: 12/20/2015 6:49:00 AM

Arthur, I wrote this poem last night, after SKAT sent lovely Xmas wishes. I know Xmas can be a difficult time for many, especially those missing loved ones who have passed. Often as I write, I think "This is shite." So, any praise at all is much appreciated. It was turning out so bleak, I had to do something!! Merry Xmas.