Title: My Stone Heart.
Email: pumpking1rl@btopenworld.com

Story:
This poem is done in the voice of the boy who hates Christmas

Red, green and glistening gold,
All the colours of Christmas unfold.
I don't want the present, I don't want the pain,
I won't let mself feel it again.
My heart looks like stone, cold and rock hard,
But stone can be broken,and easily scarred.
So give those gifts, to someone better than me,
I can't take them, I can't take them for free .

Comments: I drew this with red pencil. Red for christmas and red for anger.