So, This Is Christmas

So, this is Christmas,
Holly trees and mistletoe,
Blonde hair and hoodies galore,
Fireplace in the corner where Memaw sews.

It feels so superficial this year,
I thought it was you, maybe it's just me,
I thought that family was eternally true,
But they only care about what's under the tree.

I don't want another gift card,
Shirt, or necklace.
All I wanted was three words,
As for those, well, you take a guess.

It comes down to me again,
Surrounded by plastic hearts and shallow tears,
I know what you all are waiting for,
But my smile won't come ‘til you tell me what I need to hear.

"Suicide," she cried, "Let your God save me now."
Hard words for a 15 year old to digest,
Living for Jesus is rough; decisions are torn
I'm only trying to do my best.

Yeah, I'll fake my joy just for them,
But we all know I'm lying,
Lets all just go on with our makeshift masquerade,
And nobody has to admit that they're dying.

So, merry Christmas to all,
And hold close to you who you love,
Forget the presents, treasure the people,
Because they might not someday be watching from above.