Ever since we were little <br />Christmas meant holidays <br />Huddled with mom and dad <br />Decorating the crib and tree, <br />Special dishes, whose heavenly aroma <br />Meant the special season was here <br /> <br />After father passed away <br />A few years ago, Christmas changed <br />We did what was possible <br />It was quieter, but still joyful <br />Huddled with mother <br />And my children <br /> <br />This year, mothers’ absence, was a first <br />Christmas felt empty <br />Yes the decorations were in place <br />So were the crib and tree <br />But the joy that marks this special time <br />Felt as fake as can be! <br /> <br />In its place, was pretension <br />A new house, gleaming this and that <br />Guests who came to ooh and aah! <br />At this shell of pride <br />Fond memories fleeing with <br />The joy of Christmas.<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-strange-christmas/
