Growing up Christmas for most people was Christmas carols and tinsel and being together with loving family, we were all taught the nursery rhymes. But for those of us who were being molested Christmas was terror, it meant there was no getting away from the monsters, they didn’t have to sneak into my room we had relatives over so they were moved into my room so relatives could use theirs.
Years later people sending memes like
BROTHERS ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD, IF YOU LOVE YOUR BROTHER PASS THIS ON”
Make me want to scream SOME BROTHERS ARE MONSTERS, SOME BROTHERS STEAL YOUR SOUL WHERES THAT MEME?
Others send cute pictures of Christmas trees and Santa with memes attached like
12 DAYS TILL SANTA COMES HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY OR NICE?
I know I don’t have the right to steal others joy at Christmas, because then I become a monster like the one who stole mine, but please folks if you know someone, if you know their story and you think you’re a caring person then be considerate.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse
As all in the household lay asleep in their bed, one was creeping down the hall with dread ,You see children sweet innocent and divine he sees food to feed his disgusting desire
The door creaks open and shaking in their bed, lay children and victims shaking with dread
Eyes closed tightly not a sound to made, perhaps just this once he’ll believe it and leave Suddenly he’s there and in the bed in a flash, hand over your mouth to screams prevent
No matter what you do you’re his to abuse, to soul steal and heart kill and childhood remove.
Your dreams are stolen all except one, that one night the door will not open and the monster not come!
The above is the way most children who dread the dark hours think, with me I could hear a broken floor board every night halfway down the hall.
Very few of us recover completely,we see a loving father in a playground hugging a child others think how beautiful we think “is he their dad? Is he just hugging?”
So when others start singing twelve days of Christmas those of us who walked through hell and kept on going hold our breath, put on a fake smile and wait till the cries of “HAPPY NEW YEAR” can be heard
I don’t tell this story to depress people or garnish pity, I tell this story to let you know when you get all festive this year if you notice one of the people you love not getting into the season don’t admonish them as a “Grinch” just give them room to breathe you never know they may be aiming for the light and still be walking their way through that 12 days a year that is their own private hell. They don’t need your jokes, they don’t need your cajoling they need your understanding, your backing off and most of all just be there at the end and love them no matter what.