Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve, but sadly it feels
Like any other regular day
I want to rejoice, be happy and glad
Time to feel oh so merry and gay.

The presents are wrapped and
Placed under the tree
I’m supposed to feel joyful
But, there are none there for me.

I must have been naughty
I must have been bad
I found coal in my stocking
Must of made Santa mad.

Next year,  l’ll be thoughtful
Less selfish next time
Won’t be in a hurry
Hope to change Santa’s mind.

Next year,  I’ll be kinder
Just you wait and see
I’ll do more for others
Less fortunate than me.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs. View all posts by Patty Richardson