December 26

Every year,
the day after Christmas.
For three years now,
we dread this evil day.
He wants it to be happy,
I want no part.
She wants it to end,
and we want it gone.
December 26th,
the day we dread.
Three years ago,
she slept with another man.
Two years ago,
she told the family.
My sister and I,
not so thrilled.
He,
he was pissed.
She was confused,
and couldn't make up her mind.
One year ago,
was another anniversary.
Covered up by,
random pretty presents.
Presents to them,
from us.
Presents wrapped,
with a secret.
Nothing will be the same,
because of what she did.
I haven't been happy,
neither has she.
December 26, 2007,
14 years together.
11 years truth,
3 years a lie.
So what are we doing this year,
same thing as usual.
Put on paint faces,
fake smiles.
Act like it didn't happen,
and go about Christmas.
The day she opens that box,
is the say she'll regret.
He's given her the world,
but she doesn't love him anymore.
We unwrap,
present by present.
They get to their anniversary gifts,
and look at each other.
The way they look,
that look in their eyes.
It's something so unreal,
something deadly.
He despises what she has done,
she has felt guilt for years.
They unwrap yet another clock,
or another bear.
He kisses her with love,
she kisses back with hate.
She enjoys the treatment,
but not him.
December 26th,
will one day end.
I will crawl in bed at midnight,
on Christmas night.
I will crawl out of bed,
by December 27th.
The door will be locked,
and neither will enter.
I will not listen,
to each others bicker.
I love my mother,
and hate my step father.
I cannot wait until,
there is no more December 26th.