A cup of sugar with a bit of salt thrown in

Is apparently what I am, according to a workmates stepfather. Relayed from him to her to me. That's alot of relaying. Is that a good thing...or a bad one?

Also, CHRISTMAS is just TWO weeks away! Not this thursday, but the next!! It's hard to believe, isn't it? Got most of my christmas shopping done, apart from two people. One is because it is being shipped from the US and will be here in 20 days. -_- and the other because I have NO IDEA what to get her. The aforementioned workmate is the her.

Also, seven week old kitten = not much sleep. -_-

Mother's boyfriend brought it home, and she's fixated on me, since they kept her in what was my room, sleeping on my quilt, on old pj's...of mine. So when I dropped by for the weekend (and had to housesit because of little darlings) she took a whole five minutes to say 'hi', and now i have a furry slipper shadow. That tends to be hyper when it's sleep time. And doesn't want anyone else. *sigh*

Oh well.

'Merry Christmas'

I know it's a bit late...or early, but I wrote this on December 24, christmas just past.

Those two words
have forever altered their meaning,
for me.

Christmas is a time
for family, peace, hope, love;
Isn't it?

A time of joy
and a time of merry laughter,
Right?

Then why,
do tears course down my face
as I cry?

Why is the icy water
my only solace on this night
of joy?

My mother,
does not wish to see me
on Christmas.

My father,
will not get to see me
on Christmas.

My family,
will not know I exist
on Christmas.

'Merry Christmas'
Those words are not so joyous,
are they?

Christmas,
is not so merry
Is it?

So the tears
streaming down my face
are bitter;

Bitter
from two, little, goodwill words:
'Merry Christmas.'