Three ChristmasesA Poem by PencaliburThree Christmases Growing up, I thought I had it all. Three parents, Three Christmases, Three times the presents. At my step-daddy’s, We would have a big dinner Followed by staying up late Trying to catch Santa. Then we’d wake up at an hour Far too unsuitable for the adults And wait, our eyes glossy as We stared at that delicious pile of presents. Then we’d go to Mommy. As soon as we walked in we saw The glare of shiny paper, Organized into piles for my brother and me. I was the designated present-passer-outer for years. We’d tear everything apart, Eventually getting too eager To remember the garbage bag waiting. And when the next Sunday rolled around, My daddy would take us to the store, Say “you have this much money” And let us loose. The hardest part of that day was to choose Between the giant stuffed dog That would deplete my money Or the pretty art set, Even if I knew I’d lose all the pieces Within weeks. Step-daddy just dropped off all my belongings, Furthering the finality of the end of regular Friday visits. Mommy hasn’t had anything nice to say since February, And it’s May now. And Daddy? Well I don’t know about him. He said he’d call but he never did. It’s just like when he left the first time, I just don’t know if I’ve scared him from coming back. So I don’t think I’m going to have three Christmases this year. In fact, I’ll be lucky to have one. Oh yes, I’m a very lucky girl. © 2010 Pencalibur |
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Added on May 10, 2010 Last Updated on May 10, 2010 AuthorPencaliburHurleyville, NYAboutI'm Courtney. I like to write (hence why I'm signing up lol) and it is probably one of the most important things in my life. I practically live of off cereal and am always on aim. My room is always me.. more..Writing
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