" Dear Santa, the boy is dying."

- A Christmas poem by Thelovemaria_17
also known as @ sxsMoonlightsxs

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Jingle Bells, everyone is singing
No one seems to be thinking
The bells ring, loud and clear
Bringing everyone joy and cheers.

They unwrap the gifts, and smile at their parents.
They indulge in a fine dinner, happy is their appearance.

But the young boy can't stand to see such happiness, as he himself has none.
Under the moonlight he'll cry, until the morning dawn.

Each and every Christmas, he can hear Santa laughing.
Santa Claus seems to be cackling.
The young boy can hear the bells' jiggling, yet he never comes.
No matter how long he waits, Santa never arrives.
Only sorrow does, so he drowns in his demise.

The bells ring gaily while he sheds tears.
This occurrence happens once every year.
Why won't Santa ever bring him anything?
Was he on the naughty list, or was it because he couldn't help his family?

"Oh, dear Santa" he prayed before bed,
"Don't you see all of the tears I have shed?"
"Please, just this year, bring me a toy"
"It would fill me with such joy"

"And also some food" he added, as he was starving like a fool.
"And bring a smile on my mother's face. She believes that Christmas is a mistake!"

"She barely lives and suffers from the cold, we have no place to go or call our home."

"Dear Santa, if you can hear me, jiggle the bells and make them ring" he plead,
"Because I'm losing hope and the Bells aren't ringing."

The young boy smiled at the moon and closed his eyes, wishing his family would be happy and safe
But he didn't know you have to wish on a shooting star to change your faith.

He sighed and went to bed, hoping this time he wouldn't be mislead.
But Ho Ho Ho, what do you know
There were no gifts under the Tree.
"Golly, Santa! You really hurt me!"

He slowly froze and started crying.
Only then did Santa realize, the little boy was dying.

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