Christmas Day in Prison
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Poetry
Christmas day without my family
Was such a terrible burden to bare
No Christmas tree, decorations, no presents
No laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare
No sounds of excited children
Running from their room
To see what’s under that special tree
Was a feeling of shattering gloom
My first Christmas without my family
A torrent of tears, roll down my face
A broken, soul-destroying feeling
That has taken me to a different place
I think of the joyful moments
We all shared on Christmas morn
Looks of delight on the children’s faces
As the ribbons and paper are torn
My heart lies empty and shattered
And my body trembles in pain
Emotions of complete desolation
Next year it will haunt me again
Christmas day without my family
Was such a terrible burden to bare
No Christmas tree, decorations, no presents
No laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare
No sounds of excited children
Running from their room
To see what’s under that special tree
Was a feeling of shattering gloom
My first Christmas without my family
A torrent of tears, roll down my face
A broken, soul-destroying feeling
That has taken me to a different place
I think of the joyful moments
We all shared on Christmas morn
Looks of delight on the children’s faces
As the ribbons and paper are torn
My heart lies empty and shattered
And my body trembles in pain
Emotions of complete desolation
Next year it will haunt me again
Date Published
December 12, 2025
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