Shannon Nicole

Rookie (03-30-91 / Oak Park, IL)

Christmas Eve - Poem by Shannon Nicole

Every year we wish for the best.
Every year we want to get along.
Every year, it's all a routine.
First there's hugs and kisses,
Then the night ends with a fight.

Christmas eve is supposed to be about family,
It's supposed to be about love and caring.
It's supposed to be nice,
But mine wasn't.

Mine started with laughs and jokes,
Then we argued and laughed.
Next was dinner and fun,
Then there was fighting and tears.

A family that hates how we've grown apart.
Words that are said wrong, or misheard.
We can't get the whole family in the same room,
Without cuss words and tears and anger rising.

Everyone has to watch what they say,
Because the young ones will hear you wrong.
They'll hear one thing, and think you're making fun of their 'rents.

I was crying on Christmas Eve,
Because it's just a routine, now-a-days.
We'll be all fine and dandy,
But once you get to that age.
The beers are gone,
The words are slurred,
The tears are flowing,
The smiles disappear.

There's one thing that I wish for this year,
One thing I want,
That next year is REALLY a New Year.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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