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Sarah's Christmas Poem

This season of giving
Days full of joy, happiness, and dreams are no longer
Celebration of life and love
Now grasped only by a fingertip

The fun once had decorating a tree,
Watching the floor beneath it become covered with presents,
And leaving cookies for Santa
Now just seems a hassle
This house seems empty

The many giggles of delight
Replaced by a cold silence
Every tiny thing dredges up colorful memories
No amount of love, however much recieved
Could fill this void of grief and guilt

Copyright 2001 Sarah Bruner