Happy Christmas Darling,

Here is a stocking full of joy.

I thought I would pin it to the bedside

But I couldn’t find an effective way.

So here it is, left by the tree.

Let’s hope it doesn’t gather dust

And understand that we both must

Accept that while the pine leaves fall,

The Stocking so carefully packed

May contain some fragments, sharp and small.

Don’t blame me, if you cut your fingers,

I warned you lovingly.

I don’t want to be a harbinger. Fate can

Be so very exciting. You never know…

Your cut fingers may leave you tingling.

Happy Christmas, My Darling,

Our lives are just beginning.

New ventures and new faces, New conversation

And fresh vengeance’s.

Be careful Darling, minor cuts leave deep set stains.

The Christmas tree, so proud and pretty.

To become so sad and dreary.

When all the Christmas cheer is gone,

The tree is dragged away, dumped and forlorn.

Fate can be so very exciting.

Happy Christmas Darling.

My bleeding heart is tired of pulsating.

I packed your stocking with so much thought.

Of good times, bad times, and what shouldn’t have been

Happy Christmas Darling… I didn’t take my mobile phone.

Don’t contact me.  Just leave me alone.