"Won't Be Home For Christmas"

The crisp winter air in late December

Would bring her an image she’d always remember

White blizzard snow fell gracefully forth

She followed the star that directed her North

She trailed through the woods in search of her home

Wandering aimless, cast out and alone

She dreamt of retreat to her warm, cozy bed

The privilege of freedom encompassed her head

The shackles that gripped her appendages tight

Kept her restrained on this cold winter’s night

Lost and alone while trembling in fear

Ensuring no Christmas would greet her this year