Wrapped up warm and seeping with temper
Lies your Christmas gift
Under the mistletoe.
As your mind pulses with confusion,
You trace your receipts
Wondering why coal fills your ripped stockings.
Your checkbook goes out to supplying yourself with makeup
Conceal, repent, repeat.
Bruises envelop the surface of your porcelain skin
And wounded heart of a veteran.
The new year brings hope and courage,
You pray to end the repetition.
Quit tripping and falling
Believing you’re just a clumsy house wife.