‘Twas three days before Christmas

And the stores were all packed

They were filled with parents shopping

If you can imagine that

But even through the bustle

A joyous sight could be seen

As little Marie ran toward toys

Her face shining with glee

Her parents paid no attention

As Marie pointed fervently

Their thoughts were on Christmas

And not Marie’s coveted Barbie

They nodded to her rambling

As she talked up a storm

The mother continued shopping

While the father warmed the car

The nights quickly passed

With Marie dreaming of presents

Her eight year old mind

Unaware her parents were peasants

Down the stairs, away from her room

A tree was lit up with a wondrous glow

In stark contrast, it seemed

To the winter’s cold snow

When the morning had arrived

For Marie to take pleasure

She ran down the stairs

And rattled the tree’s treasures

Her parents sat and watched

As Marie tore through the paper

Her mouth opened wide

When she saw what they gave her

An imitation Barbie, a Darbie no less

Marie’s hands trembled, while her eyes filled with tears

She threw down the present

Her face showing a sneer

“Fuck all of you!”

She yelled at her parents

Their smiles were still shining

As they pointed to the other presents

With a look of disgust

Marie picked up a package

She tore in complete anger

With a small hint of sadness

Again her mouth opened wide

When the tearing was done

Her sneer turned to a smile

Her hatred was none

A Barbie dream house

The toy she wanted most

Was right now in front of her

Right under her nose

She ran to her parents

And gave them a big hug

It was the best Christmas ever

Even though she said “fuck”