Forgotten.

                   My name is Jenny Cook,
                   I live in Mulberry Place.
                   Today is Christmas Day,
                   I’ve a sad look upon my face.

                   I count up all my presents,
                   The number’s quite impressive.
                   Everyone’s full of laughter
                   But I think it’s just depressive.

                   Children tear the paper,
                   The adults sip Mulled Wine.
                   Church bells are all chiming,
                   I think Christmas is a crime.

                   Dad got Mom a saucepan,
                   Mom got Dad cologne.
                   I spend the day reflecting,
                   Why am I all alone?

                   Pleasure on their faces,
                   “Merry Christmas,” is the shout.
                   A festive season triumph,
                   Except they left me out.

                   A special day for everyone,
                   And party time for many.
                   Fun and laughter all around,
                   But clearly not for Jenny.

                   Everyone got their cards,
                   Everyone but me.
                   My presents cannot hide
                   The sorrow that they see.

                   I know I’m not unique,
                   To the situation I refer.
                   I share my pain with many,
                   We suffer every year.

                   Suddenly all goes quiet,
                   They catch me by surprise.
                   Mom and Dad approach
                   With tears in their eyes.

                   I thought they had forgotten
                   But then I hear them say,
                   “We love you Jenny darling,
                   Have a happy birthday!”