There is no need to receive a call, text or letter. There comes a time, when all is better. Realize that nothing is wrong, the road to nowhere is often long. With no family left and all alone. Just find a place that seems like home. Sitting in a room of strangers, hearing about their Christmas plans. Sadness fills my heart so much and truth sets in to big to touch. Coasting through every yellow light that’s met, people in a hurry, a rush, a threat. The lines are so long, I could never endure, Santa is not important, and this I am sure. People are crazy on this wonderful night, we are headed south, to grab a bite and see the in-laws to finish up right. Thinking about the ones who have gone, my mom, dad and Mr. Parker, so long. This is how the eve of Christmas is spent, another day, and time, and dent.