It is hard, after everything

To put the pain and frustration of years aside

To tread softly and speak gently

Because it could be your last Christmas

It is hard to trust

The evidence of my eyes

You have lied so often

Feigned illness or incapacity

But you can barely hear

You struggle to comprehend

And it could be your last Christmas

It is hard to act with a love

I am no longer sure I really feel

It is hard to give you Christmas joy

So I pray, and then I try

 All I can do is my best

To give you a merry, last, Christmas