The snow slowly drifts down,
Creating a innocent scene,
Hiding the truth of the childs' fear beyond that door.
Mother gone and father still drinking,
Christmas will have no presents, no cheer for her.
No school to save her,
No love to surround her,
She lives in a house with no lights or tree.
The holidays are not happy for her,
Her Christmas time is not a time of peace.
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