Merry Christmas to Me?

Frost among the window of my room,
There is a sense of joy, happiness, and gloom.
The alarm clock buzzes, but I'm already awake,
Because it's Christmas, and presents are at stake.

I run down the stairs, being careful not to fall,
However at the bottom of the stairs, I do stall.
I run to the tree, hoping I'm wrong,
This can't be the day I've been waiting for, for so long.

I go through the presents one by one,
But a frown has come to my face, that's replaced the sun.
I read the cards, attached to each,
But none to me, have I been impeached?

There is nothing to me, everyone else opens joyful,
Everyone smiling and hugging, and beings thankful.
Except for me, I sit in the corner and cry,
Has everyone forgot about me, did I die?

I say, hey what about me?
They say oh we forgot, sorry.
The day goes by, not a present in sight,
That isn't unwrapped, and now it is night.

The company leaves, with a hug and a kiss,
I guess that I'll never know just what I missed.
So I head off to bed, with a tear in my eye,
I forget the sugarplums dancing, as I let out a sigh.