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He loved Christmas
The cold, the sounds
How the smell of food passed
And trees weigh a thousand pounds

He smiled at the little children and the Santas
And waved at the moms
He paid his dues to the Church
And donated home made balms

He was a simple man
He loved to paint
He went home and smiled
His little home was very quaint

He went to the basement
Got out his brush and started to go
The body next to him was still
He loved the sight of blood on the snow
 Dec 2014 Lizzy
Britty Bruce
I am so very sorry  mother.
Even to my only brother.

I made one of my biggest mistakes..
My promises are the ones who breaks.

My idiotic maturity.
they make my soul impurity.

I beg of you mother, please forgive me..
You don't know just how sorry I'll be.

I love you mother and im so sorry.
Just sit with me and look at the sky, Isn't it starry?

Please don't be mad.
Im trying so hard not to be bad.

Im sorry*  mother*.
I'll try to be another.
To my mother the one who is my forever friend
 Dec 2014 Lizzy
Britty Bruce
The most beautiful time of the year.
But not for me my dear.
My most closest has departed,
Just when my little soul started.

Mother misses you.
Don't worry I do too.
Why did you have to leave?
Now we all sit and greave.

There is so much cheer!
But not over here.
The snow is so very white.
It glistens with fright

Christmas, So beautiful..
But deep and dark is the only truthful!
My grandfather had passed away on my very fist Christmas so Christmas would not have me as any fan.
 Dec 2014 Lizzy
Essa Freedom
Who is this fat man?
Coming down my chimney now?
Santa the stalker!

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