Christmas is ruined

There wasn't a kiss
no it just couldn't be
My Christmas is ruined
look under that tree

Ties and pajamas
sweaters and things
But not that one gift
that I asked him to bring

He's just some old guy
with a beard and a hat
About five foot five
all chubby and fat

Who likes eating cookies
while I am asleep
Dreaming of kisses
so sound and so deep

He's not even real
I now know it's true
Because I was good
and that just wouldn't do

So I sit alone
now wondering why
So many are happy
when I only cry

I guess it won't happen
you'll see it so clear
There'll be no more poems
of holiday cheer

I'll just go on being
that guy with a wish
A poet named Will
just wanting a kiss

Sitting here lonely,
counting each tear
Hoping for that kiss
in the coming New Year

So please don't be sorry
but I have to go
I hear there's a sale
on fresh mistletoe

Author's Note

Ok I know, but I wrote it and didn't want to waste it.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Really? Not nice. But well written nonetheless.

[willweb]

I guess that was the list I was on. Thanks so much KL.

[Sami Khalil]

Nothing is impossible. Keep on wishing and writing...Bravo, sir...:)....

[willweb]

Thank you Sami. I don't have any other choice.

[Sami Khalil]

Ok. You are welcome...:)........

[Cassie]

Lol....Keep wishing santa may make your wish come true...

[willweb]

How long? Thanks so much Cassie?

[Matching Socks]

Lol! Aww, what a cute poem.
I was hoping Santa might kiss me too! Merry Christmas!

[willweb]

Well if he didn't kiss you, then he's not a smart as I gave him credit for. Thank you Ana for the smiles.