the curse of december

sitting around a decked out tree the memories decide to ambush me memories both good and bad from times long ago most of which i"d rather not know time where we were all filled with glee and times where i would never want to be memories of things you wouldnt believe could happen this time of year memories that fill my nightmares and fuel my fear little ones still have their cheer their world isnt wrapped in fear and thats what i hope continues here people think that at this time of year that nothing can go wrong but my ever constant plight is that nothing can go right. the best memories are big mistakes and with that fact my heart breaks but at least they dont remember the curse of december