For all the fathers that for whatever reason don't get to see their children.

       Screaming in silence.

As some sing along to Christmas carols and others go on a shopping spree,

There are those who are the actors, alone and screaming silently.

While we laugh and tease the children, asking if they've been bad or good,

There are many fathers that are all alone, an empty brotherhood.

At work they seem to be just fine and they will laugh and play,

But they know that they will be alone on one more Christmas day.

All they want for Christmas is to see their kids again,

for it has been so very long they can't remember when.

And so they fib and weave a web of how busy they will be,

but they won't bother to decorate, or even buy a tree.

Again the gifts are sent and again they will not see,

the happy faces of their kids, nor the gifts under the tree.