Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
On the first day of Christmas my friend sent to me betrayal.
A young childless father has another opportunity which is more apt to be his trial.
All he can think about is his deceased son's second Christmas.
Not thinking next Christmas another will be celebrating its first.
He ought to go to Mass.
All due to his confusion and grief, his heart is about to burst.
Everyone saying their condolences with mindless sentiments.
For they never experienced this type of tragedy despite being in a war.
The man is forever trapped on that fateful Halloween night.
No longer himself, he frequents the bar.
He can't escape this nightmare even if he tried with all his might.
On the first day of Christmas my friend sent to me betrayal.
A young childless mother worries that her son will become a detail.
She holds her son's stuff Hippogriff as a tear rolls down her cheek.
She tries to get a grip.
The woman notices her marriage is starting to reek.
Love was there before her son was born, but without him it will rip.
Another one cannot mend their broken hearts.
She detest the thought of another child playing with her son's new toys.
This child should be getting toys of his own and hand-me-downs.
In a perfect world, they should be anticipating having a life with two boys.
Oh, she knew this was going to be a boy and still their worlds turned upside-down.
On the first day of Christmas my friend sent to me betrayal.
Two friends who once thought of themselves as loyal.
Now they standby looking on as their friends' marriage falls apart.
Both too afraid to intervene in case one of them was at fault in the first place.
Will help to save their friends' marriage if they have to be Cupid with a dart.
They need to quicken their pace,
For their friends' marriage is crumbling by the minute.
Yet they know who the traitor is,
Their minds are becoming pollute.
Not trusting each others precis,
They need work on their own relationship before helping their friends'.