It was only July, and yet I watched the snowfall
as you kissed me goodbye.
You placed presents under my bed
next to the monsters,
and my smile had too many teeth to be sincere.
I guess Christmas came early, but I was unprepared.
I dug holes in my backyard,
found chicken bones instead of gold.
Please, take this gift as a token of my worth.
I left footprints in the snow as I paced the halls,
hung lights across the oven.
I took the phone off the hook so I wouldn't be bothered,
too busy painting pictures of a manger.
I guess Christmas came early, but I was unaware.
I dug through my coat pockets,
found lint instead of gold.
Please, take this gift as a token of my worth.
My hands turned blue as I built an igloo on my bed,
decided to warm them by the TV,
placed empty bottles on the mantle as decorations,
wrote a love story for my mother.
I guess Christmas came early, and I was left to stare
at tail lights, projecting a fairy tale on my fair skin.
I dug a grave in my bathroom,
found pills instead of gold.
Please, take this gift as a token of my worth.