I sit under the mistletoe
While others play out in the velvet snow
Joyous laughter fills the open air
In here I'm all alone without a care
The others always seem to have fun
Why is it that I'm the only one
To lose something on every Christmas Day
And be known as the expected cliche?
It all started exactly a year ago
I remember that day when it was really cold
My family was on our way from the mall
Mom and Dad bought decors to deck the hall
We were singing carols along the way
A blue car pulled over, this the driver had to say
"Merry Christmas people. Now give me all your stuff
I've got a gun here and I ain't playing blind man's bluff"
Dad refused and told us to run fast
Mom dragged me while Dad sheltered us
I was dumbstruck but jolted into shock
When I heard loud shots that sounded like a Glock
The car sped off while Mom cried out in dismay
Dad slumped to the ground just like a brick
I ran back, fearfully, I say
I tasted bile and felt awfully sick
Blood was foaming in his mouth fast
Something kept telling me he wouldn't last
Shrugging off the thought, I watched Mom hold him near
The love she had for him was obviously clear
Suddenly Dad's body writhe in agony
His open eyes were in shock, staring at me
Mom screamed out, I wished I'd never hear
She never recovered the following year
Our Christmas was spent quietly at home
The house was cold, dark and often alone
Outside people reveled in the spirited givings
Here we felt as if there was no point in living
Two months later Mom felt into a stroke
Doctors said grief was to be blamed
Somehow I guess she couldn't cope
Life without Dad just wouldn't be the same
So here I'm under the mistletoe
While others play out in the velvet snow
Joyous laughter fills the open air
In here I'm all alone without a care
