Christmas Eve, Time to Deceive

12/24/01

It's the time of year again

One day of to share again

The only time we care again

To think of someone else

Maybe there's somethin' wrong

Kindness isn't real

Why is it knocking at your door?

When from it you will steal

My party isn't coming

My sisters gotten sick

I guess now I can’t have fun

Not like I ever did

I don’t want to see

The presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

But maybe some new makeup

And diet pills for me

Then maybe I'll be happy

If I'm pretty too

I doubt that that can happen

There’s nothing we can do

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Maryssa Armstrong's picture

if what i got out of this poem is correct, then i love the way you pointed out how fake everything is - even our kindness to one another. the best thing is how you took a major holiday, always associated with joy and stripped it down to its bare truth. thats if i understood it correctly.