On December 25th we’ve always expected new toys
And in our expectation (your expectation)
You’ve left me to collect dust in a cupboard or an attic
Unused discarded and forgotten
Because to you I am no longer relevant
Just a toy you used to play with.
When I was unwrapped , I was shiny and new and to you
Beautiful
Now I’m broken and dull and soulless
But I don’t know if I was broken before or after I met you.
I was used and we played house, dreams and futures are what we talked about
I had my time as one of your toys
And it might be one of the biggest regrets in the entirety of my life
Because now I’m both tarnished and tempted:
I’m tempted to explore the concept of love but since you’ve tarnished me no other little boy or girl will have me
After all we want new toys not old ones
So I hope when you open the new toys under the tree that instead of savagely ripping the paper you peel it gently , you’ll treat them kindly so that they do not also become toys you used to play with.