Gifts hung heavy around her neck,
Opened earlier that day,
Hiding her disappointment
“I love them” She’d say.
A relationship ran stalemate,
Things she'd chosen to ignore,
Christmas bells and that girl,
That he kissed the year before.
Every year like a time warp,
The choir would start again,
Forcing thoughts into wishing,
“Good will to all men.”
A glamorous little fairy-tale,
Cinderella downs her glass,
Mrs Claus slipping discreetly by,
Prince Charming grabs her arse
A watching eye breaks through the crowd,
Offers Cinders a wild romance,
One stranger to another,
“Princess, would you care to dance?”
But she was not like him,
Though she wished him to pay,
Ensuring she wore both glass slippers,
She chose to walk away.
He ripped the heart from her chest,
When over her, he chose lust,
Her hopes and dreams all fade away,
Reduced to pixie dust.
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