TELL ME ABOUT IT
Don't talk to me about Christmas|
Because it makes me kind of sad,
Brings back all the memories
Of when I was a small lad.
We didn't have much
Mum and dad were poor,
We didn't even have a Christmas tree
Any decorations were a bore.
No turkey, a sparrow was a treat
Between seven of us it were a joke,
No mince pies or Christmas cake
Or any bottles of fizzy coke.
We got a smelly sock each
With nuts an orange and a pear,
As for real presents forget it
It made us sad it really wasn't fair.
Not that we expected any
Father couldn't get a job,
He had an accident at work
He would often sit in his chair and sob.
So when I see my grandchildren
It fills me with joy and elation,
To see them open their Christmas presents
My face lights up too with expectation.
For there is no other gift that fills
My heart with love, than to see their faces light up,
And shout look what I have granddad
As I hold the tears back, they fill up my cup.
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