Looking at the dazzling streets

Brimmed with joyous laughter and festive greets

The young girl smiled fleetingly

To the people who greeted her merrily

 

The little ones clung to their parents

Taking in everything with ingenuous awe

For their minds were still simple and raw

They were all so demanding

Yet adorably endearing

She envied them for their naivety

Which filled their entirety

 

She grew up early within the

cold walls of a home

With nothing but deserted halls to roam

Her parents were too engrossed

In their career

That they never did hear

Her sobs of fear

Of being alone and forlorn

 

As she trod towards the Christmas tree

Her eyes filled with a desperate plea,

She whispered lowly,

“All I want for Christmas is a family filled with love and warmth”