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Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix
Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief
A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones
With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear
Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn
Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry
God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss
How we found it I will never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years
To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair
Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall
Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun
Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit
Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last
By Karla Null~Godsgift~
Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~
Silver Angels, with golden wings, * *
wrapped in tissue, with other things. * *
Stockings, hand knit, by my Grandmother,
* * folded neatly away, one atop the other.
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Favorite ornaments, growing old and brittle, * *
that were hung, each year, when I was little. * *
A faded Nutcracker, that by the door, stood guard.
* * A lighted Santa, that would always grace our yard.
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All, left alone, in the attic this year. * *
To look upon them, only brings dry tears. * *
The very act, just...takes away my breath.
* * There is no joy. In fact, there's nothing left.
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There will be no twinkle lights on the mantle. * *
No evergreens, fragrant and ornamental. * *
The radio will be silent, the baking oven cold.
* * No Holiday spirit, in my heart can I hold.
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Just this deep, defeated feel. * *
A sadness that invaded, refusing to heal. * *
Grandchildren will call, their excitement clear.
* * In their hearts, they hold the Holiday cheer.
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I'll have my mask, firmly in place. * *
I'll answer and question them all, with false grace. * *
Then as I hang up the phone on the wall,
* * I'll turn away, as though, nothing happened at all.
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Seeing these things, listed here, in print. * *
Just leaves me numb. No emotions were spent. * *
So, I will continue, in this life that I live.
* * Like a dried Christmas tree, with nothing left to give.
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By: PaulaSwanson
For: Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
Contest: Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
Placement: 5th
If expensive gifts weren't a must,
the Holiday stress would be less felt;
think for a minute of no presents
being given to folks of all ages...
wouldn't it be taken as an offense?
One thought will come quickly
to everybody's mind whose focus contradicts
what Christmas really means;
only its true meaning will make us fond,
scolding us of all the wasted energy.
Childhood was an exciting experience,
waking up on Christmas day with dreamy eyes,
and find lots of toys next to our bed;
just imagine how brats would have felt,
seeing only one present on the messy carpet!
In this high technology age of sour feeling,
kids expect more sophisticated gifts with a hefty price
and they will immediately toss aside those not to their liking;
even having the guts to complain to their parents,
who thought they were doing something nice!
Let's take the trivial jollification out of the Holidays,
not the spiritual one, which is a pure joy to share...
to confirm the scope of the real message
of what Christmas really means to people everywhere,
whose thoughts are turned to the birth of Jesus!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget.
Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit.
I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.
Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.
I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable.
You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together.
I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever.
You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel.
This candle along with your memory helps me to heal.
It's kinda like you're right here with me.
I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.
Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.
Inside my heart resides your eternal flame.
*I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen.....
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007
No one has to shop in stores
in a way I spose that's fine
"The heck with old tradition"
let's all shop - On-Line!
No more exchanging seasons pleasantries
with other people that you meet
as you go from store to store
as you travel down the street.
They've eliminated creativity
when you just buy stuff off the shelf
it has so much more meaning
when you design it by yourself!
It used to be such fun to see
the imagination some folks had
with their clever decorations
some great, some not so bad!
What once was Christmas season
a Holy time of year
has gotten so commercial
it's more like - Xmas time - I fear!
Technology is wonderful
in it's time and place
but it has dampened Christmas spirit
which is simply a disgrace!
Now it's artificial Christmas trees
plastic wreaths and such
sure it makes decorating easy
but it don't feel like Christmas much!
I’m not looking forward to Christmas
Not since we lost Mum this year
I’m not looking forward to a Christmas
Devoid of any Christmas cheer
Dads doing his best to lift our spirits
All though inside he’s really hurting too
He wants to make it a special time
And do the things like Mum used to do
So we decked the house with garlands
And trimmed the Christmas tree
We hung the Christmas cards on strings
So that everyone could see
Then with all the decorations up
My Dad went round us one by one
To ask us what gift we wanted
And he promised his best would be done
My sister Jules wants new clothes
Kenny wants music of any kind
The twins they want an X-Box
And the baby really doesn’t mind
Then Dad asked me “what do you want son?
What gift would stop you feeling glum”?
I said “I don’t want a present Dad
All I wish for Christmas is my Mum”
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Tomorrow is just another word
That I don't use much anymore
I keep looking back at yesterday
To the way it was before
The way things were before you died
When Christmas still had joy
Now Christmas trees and Santa Claus
Are too painful to enjoy
Christmas eve still passes by
The presents, all put away
This night is filled with tearful dreams
And the dread of Christmas day
Our fireplace holds no stockings now
Like it did when we first met
The gift you gave me, under the tree
I just can't open it yet
The thing I miss the most this day
I've missed for quite a while
It's the way your face would wake the sun
With your Christmas morning smile
Another Christmas has come and gone
Without you by my side
And though I cherish the birth of Christ
It's also the day you died
Right now I really hate myself,
for the things, this past summer I've done.
And the pain I caused my beautiful wife,
my daughter, and my son.
Six months or so have passed,
and oh so many tears I've cried.
I sometimes wish that in that room,
I would have just up and died.
Now as Christmas fastly aproches,
Im sadded once again in heart;
For the debt that I created,
from a lustful heart.
Also how depressed I feel,
for Christmas will surely be,
One of very little,
under our Christmas tree.
So for now I feel truly sadden,
for the kids will wonder why,
Santa skipped our house this year,
for some reason passed us by.
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