Please don't believe in Christmas

At the end of the Advent

To see why the kings went

Leaving lights on the tree

They entered the eve

The cold crisp night

With street lamps alight

She strolled the white land

And held his warm hand

From the shadows deep

Out they did creep

She saw all the kicks

And they blood they inflict

So for the husband she misses

And cards once with kisses

Please don't write a wishlist

Please don't believe in Christmas

Reviews

[Jeannette Gaspard]

Oooh. I like this quite a bit. The flow is very nice and it has some punch to it, especially at the end.

[TL Boehm]

what a sad story...I did not expect that end

[CHRIS ANDES]

clever in showing the opposite side of it

=]

[Reeti]

It is indeed a woeful verse. The positive climate changes into a bitter one. Despite that, the mystical aura remains till the end. I sense that 'they' who have inflicted the pain upon the once-upon-a-time happy couple, are strangers with a malignant motive. I suppose my conjecture is correct. Moreover, what do u mean by 'the end of the Advent"? Since you have mentioned 'kings', i'm taking it literally. It could be that...the story occurred at a time set to the classical ages. The woman is the one the king desires but this envious king lets loose killers to eradicate her true love/her beloved husband. Sorry, if my understanding is horribly wrong.

The title is a controversial one (for the kids, lol). But, i've enjoyed reading the whole poem in this festive season. It takes up the pattern of a galvanic story with strong views from the narrator. The concept is a creative one too!

[Leslie Philibert]

some sad thoughts, but you are right ; a hard time to be alone.

[Kathrine]

You seems to hate Christmas so much. well let me tell you m story.
There once was a child
so happy and kind
but parents so cruel
had fights instead of jolly
All Christmas full of fear
no smiles only tears.
The years went past
and the child grew older
she found a love
and flew from home.
But urge for real Christmas
grew bigger inside her,
but nothing was waiting
but drinking and mess.
but there is always that feeling
much bigger than us
and as much as beliving
that Christmas is not just a tust.

I am 23 years old and i neer had real Chriatmas, maybe i will never have, but as much as i am concened i try to make it the best time of the year for my children if i ever have them.

your writing is good there is no doupt about that.
So merry Xmas!! x