I talked to a young girl about Christmas
She seemed quite upset at the thought,
She said it;s because my mum and dad
Drink too much and broke the present I bought.
That really hurt me Mister I cried for days
I had saved up all my pocket money for ages,
Cause I had seen this gift for them both
It would be like an adult spending all their wages.
They didn't seem too bothered or worried
I suppose it was because of the fighting and drink,
But it's always been the same in our house
If I find any drink I tip it down the sink.
It's evil and causes nothing but misery, don't it Mister?
She had a wise head on young shoulders this one,
And every word that she spoke was the truth
It was a shame this child had no Christmas fun.
Do you know what Mister she said I get all this fear
Cause father he knocked mum down the stairs one night,
And she gashed her head open on the stair post at the bottom
Their was blood everywhere it was a scary sight.
The tears were streaming down her little face at this point
And I wondered what I could do as she stood their shaking,
This was mental cruelty, there was nothing I detested more
I certainly had to do something it wasn't of her making.
I phoned the social services and they took that little child away
Where love, peace and Christmas are a beauty to behold,
Her parents were seen as unfit and now she has a happy home
She comes to visit every Christmas and that present is a bar of gold.
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