Christmas

Christmas

 

We gathered round

And tucked into

Some family

    Misery

(of that there were plenty)

 

Forgettable presents

Opened and discarded

 

A carving knife

For the vegetarian

A heavy metal CD

For the soul fan

 

We pulled crackers

(of which most of them were)

And left everything

Which had to be said

Unspoken

 

Slowly we crept

Back to our separate

Lives, trying to forget

The misery that the others

Had caused inside

 

 

© David R Mellor 2012

◄ WHILST THE SEA SINGS PRAYERS

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