Christmas isn't looking so good anymore,
I don't think it shall be so merry,
I dare to hope it will be different this year,
But I afear the day will end in misery.
I dare to hope for joy,
For my beloved son,
I'll share in his joy and wonder,
But will my heart again be undone?
Last year you managed to ruin it,
This year will it be the same?
If yesterday is an example,
My Christmas will go down in flames.
I have so few joys to look foward to,
Don't take this one away,
I've worked and scrimped for months,
To put some magic in the day.
So here I offer up a little prayer,
Of hopes, dreams and good memories,
I pray it will happen this year,
For that's how Christmas is meant to be.
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there IS to celebrate.
(Daughter of Mystery)