“Merry Christmas one and all”
Echoed the television down the hall.
All the children were filled with cheer
Yet I just wished to have you here.
I just wanted to hold your hand,
Give you the flower that I’d planned
As your gift for this Christmas Day.
But now it begins to wither away.
The once vibrant petals begin to wilt,
And in my heart I feel the guilt
Of a kind man who had been too quiet.
To afraid to cause a riot.
Because to you I am just a friend,
Just another reliable bookend.
And it makes me bite my tongue
Out of fear that we will be undone;
That our friendship will be submerged
If I tell you those little words.
So please, Saint Nick, grant me this:
The courage to ask her for a kiss.
The courage to be something new.
And the courage to tell her “I love you.”