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This isn't a poem .

This isn't a poem it's an unchangeable problem

I officially hate Christmas
But not for the reason of the birth of Christ

Because of the sacrifice
I have to make
And the promise i have to break
Because of the law
My wish to be with my children
Their wish is to be with me

Due to divorce
I don't get my dream
Only the crying scream inside

I won't see them Christmas day
From 10:30 till 4:00

Just thinking about it
Makes me cry
I love my children more than life

I officially hate Christmas
For the sacrifice.

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you Aaron:( some things in life we can't change, sadly this is just one that rips my heart out

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Crimson King

I'm really sorry for this, I know how much your children mean to you. It would kill me inside to know that I wouldn't get to spend a precious holiday with my dearest children. I hope things will get better :(

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you crimson, I'll have to find something to occupy my mind,
last year was hard and it was only two hours in the afternoon, isn't going to be fun, lonely without them xoxo thank you for your loving comments, much love nardine xoxo

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Dan Ferem

Your fierce mother love is warming, like a bonfire!

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Nardine Sanderson

Always thought that too, with my beautiful mum and nana , thank you Dan xoxo love and hug's nardine xoxo

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