A Christmas Story
He leaves for a smoke and we all breathe a sigh. TryTo fix the tree that lays decapitated. Try
To fix the dinner table that was almost upturned. Try
To get mom to stop crying so she can continue to cook. Try
To hide the presents before he asks where they came from. Try
To hide our anger and sadness behind an empty smile. Try
To have fun for this brief moment where the house is quiet. Try
To hold onto this joy as we hear the doorknob turn and
His boots thunder into the room again.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-12-16 at 15:57
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