I Don't Believe In Holidays

The beautiful weather has come forth for this glorious day. We all wondered how long we would wait. Family get togather around a green tree sparkled with lights and little round balls of glee. it seemed like Christmas time was getting close I knew it was in December. I was so happy to know it was only days away. I wondered when Santa would be on his way down our Chimney he would go, bring us presents and gifts I know. I went to bed early waiting to see what might come by morning early for me. I had cookies, and milk setting steady waiting for him to enjoy. I wrote a letter to Santa about the perfect toy. The doll I always wanted and a mother that would never depart from my father. I made a wish to a star that this dream might come true, The night before I went to bed not a single present was there under the large green tree I stared. I said that I must believe and Santa will come to me. My daddy doesn't have money to buy me anything. I haven't seen my grand parents since I was three I wonder what I did to make them so mad at me. I woke up in the morning and looked out my window on the ground was white snow. its the first time it snowed since at least four Christmases ago. I ran down stairs in my shirt and Barbie underwear but nothing was there. not a single present for me not a mommy for me to see. my daddy was still in bed. It was as if Christmas had never came no turkey dinner, no smiling faces. nothing but rain. I cried, Every since that day I had been on my own in many ways I don't believe anymore in holidays. Written December 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 04:23 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 1