Poem: This Christmas, I won't turn on the news

         This is a poem I wrote for my university newspaper about Christmas. I don't really like free verse, but I thought I'd try my hand at writing one. It's not a happy poem. But it is a way of reminding myself that all is not well with the world. However, I believe that there is hope, not in humanity to 'make the world a better place,' because that is unrealistic; but in the baby lying in a dirty manger, 2000 years ago. 

This Christmas, I won't tun on the news.

This Christmas,

I won’t turn on the news.

Dad doesn’t like it.

I like the other TV shows.

People always talk about love and peace.

They say as long as we are happy,

The world is happy. :)

Happiness is about giving –

I’m so excited for presents!

Perhaps Uncle Dave will get me that toy gun –

The big ones I always see on the news.

But this Christmas,

I won’t turn on the news.

Mom doesn’t like it too. :/

Big brother isn’t here yet.

We moved here a few months ago.

We came with lots of other families.

A lot of babies were crying,

But now it’s quiet here.

Big brother missed the boat.

I hope the boat is repaired soon.

Before Christmas Day, I pray:

“Dear God, please help me sleep tonight.”

Then close my eyes, and shut my ears,

Against the dying day.