Silent Night

by Ronald Edwards   Dec 4, 2010


No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around.
There I sat, my kids walk by
trying not to make a sound.

Another night like all the rest,
alone with family.
My children hoping Santa Claus
would show up just to spite me.

Xmas was another day,
no difference, all the same.
More I wished it all would end
the meaner I became.

Staring hard now at the tree,
standing in its glory.
Shiny balls with blinking lights
began this horror story.

I was on my fourth or fifth,
lost count some time ago.
My inner rage was focused
on a angel with a halo.

Sliding doors swung open,
I threw Xmas from my house.
Chaos had returned again,
to it I did espouse.

The look in all my families eyes
as tears began to fall.
I did not care what I had done,
my spirit went awol.

When I came too I was alone,
a note pinned to my shirt.
In not so many words it told
my likeness to the dirt.

Ive kept that note and read it
to set my sober mind aright.
On Xmas eve no longer,
do I spend a silent night.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards

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  • 6 years ago

    by YoYoLoverJSRF

    This was a very beautiful piece that showed love hate and rage all at once, which I believe makes up a great poem. This would make a beautiful song. Keep it up! :D

  • 6 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    What a talent you have, I have endured just such a Christmas and not sure of the one coming up. But it only affects me as no one is about to share it with
    Everyone can say "oh it's the time of celebration" but alcohol has no certain time for celebratng and it hurts all around them.
    Excellent job showing not all is well for everyone. God Bless bro

  • 6 years ago

    by Jad

    I agree with Sylvia's last statement about "Xmas". I find it demeaning and lowering of Christmas. After all we only have Christmas because, that is when Christ was born or around that time. Without that there would be no Christmas. Anyway, all that's my opinion and you should have the right to say whatever you like. :] As for the poem, I liked the way it flowed as it went nicely with the poem and also the story behind the poem is one we should all remember. Alcohol is a bad thing that can cause, even the most respectful person into a mindless hurting object. All in all, I liked the message of the poem and the moral. Great job and keep writing.

  • 6 years ago

    by Sylvia

    How sad that we let alcohol makes us brave to do things like this and hurt others, not caring at the time the horrific pain we inflict on others and I speak from experience. This is so sad. As a side note, I don't like to see Xmas used, it is Christmas and maybe part of our problems is that we take Christ out of Christmas.