er... well over to u lot....

er... wrote this for a mate who is about to have a lousy Xmas... have not sent it to him cos ..well it won't go down well at the mo.. but next year it will be my pressie ... time heals and all..actually its for my brother ..but I will buy him a bottle of Moet and it will be ok....for a cybersecond


gulp.. if it's crap ... tell me! (Not the moet;-) )

Santa is Dead


How must you feel this Christmas time-
When others around you show bright faces
And families keep warm together from the icy winter blasts?
For you to know that this is the last Christmas you will spend with her- with them -
And then after -
A cold season spent by a two-bar-two -bit fire
In an un-giftwrapped flat.

Does it all seem so shallow, so empty -
All those past Decembers,
Both wrapping up presents for the kids,
Amongst bits of tinsel and mistletoe that you now
Feel like crushing underfoot?

To know that life can really turn out this way.
What a gift!

(I wish for you, that it could have been left
Unwrapped.

If could buy you another parcel
Containing her words of
"Let's try again" and
"Yes, I honestly love you"
I'd pay any price.

Almost
Any
Price.

But no.

Maybe you'd regret it?
Perhaps your feelings have so iced over
That there is now just a crystallised nothingness.

So empty.
So Cold.
So bleak.

I think I understand and I am just beginning to realise
That life can bring you down
That there is a bitter landscape out there -
And that there really
Is
No
Santa.