• Snow quietly falling onto the black streets of home.
    Snowmen stand up proud, smiling at passing cars infront of the houses of others.
    Why isn't there in one in mine?

    Christmas trees are lit up like stars at night inside people's living rooms
    While mine looks like a bare tree with broken limbs, along with my broken heart.

    Mama said 'dont worry....he'll be home before you go to bed dear'
    One hour passes, two or three. But still no sign of my father to be.

    I sit infront of the window, envying each child that is laughing and running around haveing snowball fights with thier parents.

    I grit my teeth as my anger whelms over my body, seeing the family's smiling faces, wondering, 'why cant i be like them?'

    My breath is fogging up the glass as I watch each passing car.

    They slow down, my heart starts to pound as i sit up waiting for it to be him.

    The car slowly pulls into our drive way and out pops a tall man wearing a black trench coat and brief case.

    My mouth produces the biggest smile ever seen on a little girls face.

    I got up from the window and ran outside in my bare feet towards the awaiting arms of my father.
    "i hope i didnt miss christmas" he smiled. He dropped his things and raced off into the snow with me on his hand.

    As I lay down to go to sleep, I smile seeing a perfect snowman sitting in our front yard, waving to people as they drive by.

    I close my eyes knowing that theres a tree in our living room, as bright as day with so many ornaments, that it could fall over.

    I fall asleep, knowing that my parents will be together christmas morning, like i wished for it to be.