'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.'