I'll be home for Christmas




At 4 years old I knew I had
The best Christmas in town
With mum and dad and family too
Love actually was all around

My stocking hung upon the door
The birthday of a King, 
A hum of expectation in the house,
What will morning bring?

The break of dawn saw eyes awake,
The magic had begun,
With wrapping paper on the floor
A day of festive fun

A church service with wondrous carols,
More presents by the tree
Enough roast lunch to feed a crowd,
A time of jollity 

At 10 years old I thought I had
The best Christmas in town
With mum and dad and brothers too
Love was still all around

My stocking hung upon the door
The birthday of a King, 
A hum of expectation in the house,
What will morning bring?

All relatives around the fire
Seem jubilant enough,
But behind those smiles are troubled minds
I start to call their bluff

Dad arrived home late that night
I heard it all begin,
Some shouts, a bang, then silence
The Christmas lights went dim

At 13 years I began to dread
When Christmas came to town,
See celebrations aren't so fun
With no love to go around

My stocking hung upon the door
The birthday of a King, 
Some trepidation in the house,
What will morning bring?

Tentative words and sly smiles,
Mum's wearing her best dress
She's shuffling around from A to B
Trying to impress

But right from Dad's first morning drink,
Her effort is in vain
Those nostalgic Christmas memories
Cannot be sustained

At 16 years I knew I had
The worst Christmas in town,
Festive joy and Christmas cheer
Trod right into the ground

My padlock fastened on my door
The birthday of a King, 
There's foreboding around the house,
What will morning bring?

An unwanted gift, a dodgy stare
One wrong word or two,
The beast fuelled up on ginger wine
Would paint me black and blue

Sit down, shut up and look away
Let Christmas wager on,
These 12 long days are over soon
The bruises will soon be gone

At 18 years, I can now say
When Christmas comes to town,
I'll hear the sleigh bells ringing loud
And usually break down

My padlock broken off my door
The birthday of a King, 
A broken family in the house,
What will morning bring?

Because Santa, all I want this year:
A peaceful silent night,
A household full of Christmas cheer
A fireplace burning bright

So "Joy to the World!" says you,
"May your days be merry and bright!"
But I'll be home for Christmas this year,
Quaking at the sight.



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