Christmas is Not Always Happy

It never feels like Christmas
Seems the money’s always tight
I always have to sacrifice
The things that make it bright

Like decorations, gold and glitter
Christmas crackers too
And all the gifts I’d like to buy
My loved ones, it won’t do

The presents for the children
Will be difficult to buy
We’ll have to find the money but
The prices are so high

But you just can’t explain that to
A little boy of three
Who cannot understand why we
Don’t have a Christmas tree

‘Do Christmas trees cost money Dad?’
The simple question came
‘But Mummy always has one’,
Then I snap inside with shame

I long to have a Christmas tree
With tinsel in a stream
A silver fairy on the top
And little lights that gleam

A pile of Christmas presents
Formed around the Christmas tree
A glowing corner of the room
That’s how this time should be

And so much food, there’s always some
For those you think may come
Enough to totally defeat
The most persistent tum

I know I must be patient
That my fortunes soon will change
One day I’ll make a Christmas which
No other could arrange – but now,

It doesn’t feel like Christmas
Seems the money’s always tight
But one day I’ll have all the things
To make it fine and bright

Poem by Crafty Old Crone

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