The last years.
they open presents to their desires;
enjoying what they perceive as their own.
The last years.
I open regrets to what I am undeserving;
persuading myself  to accept these "gifts".
The last years.
They deserved more than nothing.
I deserved less than their all.
This Year
Smiles and cheers cross their rosy child-like faces.
While mine mask the pain I could never share.                     Never on a holiday like this.

**Merry Christmas.