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Christmas day without my family
Was such a terrible burden to bare
No Christmas tree, decorations, no presents
No laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare
No sounds of excited children
Running from their room
To see what’s under that special tree
Was a feeling of shattering gloom
My first Christmas without my family
A torrent of tears, roll down my face
A broken, soul-destroying feeling
That has taken me to a different place
I think of the joyful moments
We all shared on Christmas morn
Looks of delight on the children’s faces
As the ribbons and paper are torn
My heart lies empty and shattered
And my body trembles in pain
Emotions of complete desolation
Next year it will haunt me again
Christmas day without my family
Was such a terrible burden to bare
No Christmas tree, decorations, no presents
No laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare
No sounds of excited children
Running from their room
To see what’s under that special tree
Was a feeling of shattering gloom
My first Christmas without my family
A torrent of tears, roll down my face
A broken, soul-destroying feeling
That has taken me to a different place
I think of the joyful moments
We all shared on Christmas morn
Looks of delight on the children’s faces
As the ribbons and paper are torn
My heart lies empty and shattered
And my body trembles in pain
Emotions of complete desolation
Next year it will haunt me again
When the light returns and the long night fades, and dawn slips soft through shadowed shades, you feel the hush before the day – a whisper of grace that finds its way.
They expect us to play ball, but always move the goalposts. They expect us to hold boundaries, the same they overstep. They want us to abide, but break their own rules.
Every feeling they felt, the other feels too, trust is a must and communication too. Together as one, soulmates we are destined, forever to each other we are.
After all his team had been through to get here, physically and mentally, the farm boys were disrespecting them big time. “Only one way to shut their gobs,” he thought with venom.
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