It Was The Night

It was the night before Christmas....

When all through the house

Were sounds of daddy punching mommy

And my sisters silent sobs

Not one of us kids

Dared to make a sound

For fear that Daddy's anger

Will double and rebound

We pray that Mommy will be okay

And live in fear

that Daddy will kill her one day

So dear Santa

You Jolly kids friend

Can you bring enough money

So Momma can begin again

And stop all this violence

We have to live in each day

I don't want to bury my Momma

One cold Christmas day.