Just another Holdiay

I sit around with this family, pretending that I belong.
Sipping my hot cocoa and popping another bon bon.
Almost Christmas, just another day I dread.
They think of lavish paper and old St. Nick as they lay in their beds.


Then morning comes, I see greed in their eyes.
Mom and dad said all they would get was a lump of coal, this was all a lie.
I’m edgy towards the presents I receive,
Jingle Jingle the phone rings- Phew! Am I relieved.

It’s her on the other end.
Asking if I’m over it, have I had enough time to mend.
She sobs, and tells me how sorry she is.
Forgiving her was not on my Christmas list.

I tell her no,
That’s when my ugly side shows.
I know that she’s my mother,
But how can I forget she practically gave up on me and my brothers?

I know it’s the holidays, I don’t mean to be cold.
I just have to take a stand, just this once to be bold.
I hang up the phone, a single tear on my cheek.
I return to the tree, strip the paper and just take a peak.

I can’t take this, not today.
Call me back, sometime around May.
Put on my jack, and my shoes.
This is a batter I’m not about to lose.

I feel the cold wind hit against my face.
I’m running down the road, in a one woman race.
I come to the bridge, and sit on the edge.
Wondering if I can fly, I jump off the ledge.

I know it’s a holiday,
And I wanted to come home yesterday.
I couldn’t handle it anymore
Look for me on the shore.