• Christmas has come again,
    And not one thing have I gotten,
    yet all of the others,
    get just what they wanted.

    They bully others,
    that includes me,
    but don't care for presents,
    made so happily.

    Not one present I got,
    not a single one,
    yet I feel good,
    even if it's not a lot.

    But one thing I wanted,
    I knew I'd never get,
    the good feeling of my parents,
    whom I have never met.

    I am still very happy,
    with no one to share,
    but I don't know anyone,
    who'd even care.

    I'd do anything for one,
    one christmas with my parents,
    not with a foster home,
    who knows nothing of my ailment.

    So it's one more christmas,
    before I'm thirteen,
    and I spend it dying,
    without even being seen...