It is the night before Christmas and the kids are asleep,
I sat in the corner and began to weep,
no presents for them I was broke as a joke,
like a fire their dreams going up in smoke,
I look in the cupboards, for tomorrow a feast,
only anger I find like a snarling beast,
I dropped to my knee's knowing not what to do,
is this what they deserve, no it can't be true,
as the tears ran down I looked in the air,
then shook my fist from the bottomless despair,
" How can you watch your good people rot,
some starving in the streets, while others get shot!
While the greedy get rich and take it all,
as the good and honest sink and fall!
Would they be better, without me in their life,
no father to speak of, and I was never a wife."
Just then my daughter came out from her bed,
she sat down on my lap and rested her head.
Looking up at me as she touched my face,
her smile was like gold, as it lit up the place.
" As long as we're together, we'll make it through,
togetherness is Christmas and that is true."
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