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Twas the night before Christmas

not your mama's Christmas

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Twas the night before Christmas
Photo by Geert Pieters on Unsplash

Twas the night before Christmas stuck in a hospital room

I thought I d survived 2018, Thats why they say, don’t assume

A sick kid and failed marriage

the first Christmas without mom

Things couldn’t get worse, well guess what, I was wrong

Plans we made have been voided

Things are up in the air

Another night without sleeping sitting up in a chair

How to pay for all this, money doesn’t grow on trees

And the emptiness pushes me down to my knees

I lost true love, loved ones and I can’t find myself

Im so tired, sad and broken life sure has been hell

But I’m hopeful and praying things will turn out alright

I miss scott and mom too on this Christmas eve night

I have to believe things will be as they should-

no one promised things would always be good

But held and forgiven through the trials in life

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night


About the Creator

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock6 months ago

    I'm sorry neither I nor anyone else could be there for you on that Christmas Eve not so very long ago. But I'm glad you were able to be there for someone else who needed you. As unhappy & unsettling as that night must have been as you endured it, I pray the memory of it will forever warm your heart & reassure you that you are that kind of person who cares for others.

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