Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve
Oh Christmas Eve
The 7 Underdogs stand alone
We dine on our simplicity
While all tradition is lost
And Grandma Dorothy rolls in her grave again
As the other sisters dine with snobs
For my grandmother is never good enough
Not even for a precious holiday
And my heart breaks every year
For I know what is coming
I struggle and I suffer because this isn't how it was meant to be
I don't know how to feel because I know we can't compare to the rest of our family
We can never afford much
Hell, I can't afford anything at all
I'm so ashamed
My heart breaks and I feel the pain
But it doesn't matter at all
I mean who would turn down an invitation to dine at B.M. Drive?
Where up in space the lights can be seen
And shrimp and caviar awaits with wine on ice
At our home there is a Christmas program on the tv
We dine on pepperoni and cheese, we eat homemade cookies and drink grape juice out of a fancy bottle
But you know that juice is nothing special and we are greatly blessed to have that much
These people enjoy spitting on us
And spewing lies and knocking us down
For who compares to the king and queen?
Not us peasants that is for sure
So here we are again for the 4th year or the 5th
I die inside more and more each year
Because it's just a reminder of how worthless I am

By,
Tiffany Simar
12/17/16