I don’t understand why all the fuss.

I don’t see a need for Santa to cuss.

I’m snuggled in my bed and i hear a clatter.

I’m up just in time to see a plate shatter.

Why is Santa’s hands on mommies neck squeezing her tight.

There seems so much wrong on this winters eve night.

I dont get what the kids are all singing about.

sugar plums in their head? then why is Santa trying to make mommy dead?

Instead of a sack theres a bottle in hand.

behind faded red eyes is a lying man.

I watched all my presents go fly down the stairs.

I tried to see what i got through the crying and tears.

Mommies makeup was smeared and all red.

Her beautiful hair seemed to fall from her head.

Why would Santa do this? why was he so mad?

as i got older i learned that Santa was dad.