I didn’t know hell could be so close

I never thought that hell could be home

A place of refugee yet so opposite

So full of toxicity you can even suffocate

No longer a place but hell called home

I even saw laughter packing and leaving

I don’t see him coming back soon

I was told he is toxic intolerant

When folks are happy to return home

I wish to be kidnapped to a place so far

To be reunited with the one that left

The one I last seen before toxic took over

Bickering and insults are new residents

They even invited tears and hatred

Making me say this prayer before slumber

God it’s okay if I don’t wake up next morning

Oh! dearest friend Santa Clause

I was told you make wishes come true

Can I wake up to a better home next Christmas

A home where love is the only language spoken

A home so homely you can’t even resist