It came upon a midnight clear
Dad was drinking his usual beer
Mamma and I were far from cheer
Peeling onions and wiping tears.
Finishing up prep for next day meal
Feel like we got screwed in all this deal
Placing pies on the window sill
Dad sneaking over and trying to steal.
Christmas wrapping not quite taped
Lights are flickering, bill is late
Wish I’d considered another date
This is the night; I’ve learned to hate.
Turned the lights off, went to bed
Dad all drunk and looking dead
Wonder if Santa will turn into Feds
Keeping presents and shaking head.
Christmas isn’t to be this way
Supposed to be a grand ole day
Help me make it; watch what I say
In this I pray; in your holy name.
Written from my heart,