A Girl I Met on Christmas

We all sat down for Christmas dinner.
What an awfully horrid thing to eat.
My mother was cooking... That isn't good.
For Pete's sake, we didn't have any meat!

I sat there, mumbling something.
"What was that?" My old father asked.
There was quite a long and empty pause.
"Oh, nothing!" I grossly snapped.

He rolled his eyes and asked for the corn.
Each year on Christmas, my heart was torn.

I never got what I wanted.
Just a stocking full of coal.
I had thought about leaving before.
But now it was time to roll.

I wouldn't leave for that long.
Just to get somehting to eat.
I went into a dark, weird, place.
Full of weirdos, full of creeps.

I didn't notice the guy behind me.
This one girl had saved my life.
She said that he had tried to kill me,
for in his hand, he had a knife.

She was so pretty in every way.
Even the way that her blonde hair swayed.

She smiled at me nervously.
"Thanks," I said - a little shy.
"Why are you here on Christmas?"
I shrugged and let out a sigh.

"My family just doesn't get it,"
Her gorgeos lashes began to blink.
I tried to tell her what had happened,
but suddenly I just couldn't think.

Man, she was just so beautiful
We sat down and talked a while.
"It will certainly be all right,"
she said with a bright red smile.

She then got up and walkd away.
She got in her truck and left me to stay.

One thing I noticed was about her truck.
The whole back trunk was filled up with meat.
I decided to start heading home,
and leave all those weirdos and all those creeps.

When I got home I almost died.
I was wobbly, but I made it inside.

On our table was foods of all kinds.
There was chicken, bread, and such great finds.

"Where did all of this come from?"
My mother started to cry a bit.
"A girl came and dropped it off."
My face was suddenly lit.

I nodded, knowing who it was.
God - there was a silverware kit!
My father began to cut the meat.
This was a Christmas I'd never forget.

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