Christmas

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AN INSOLVENT CHRISTMAS



The pain I feel is very real

As Christmas time draws near.

It doesn't show. How can they know

Of all my inward fear?



Honey, can you tell the pain is hell

because of all the stuff

I cannot do for her and you

It will never be enough.



I wish you knew how I love you

and how I hide my fear;

Of telling you that I can't do

What you deserve, my dear.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Anxious about Christmas somewhere between 1980 and 1986.

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