In three more sleeps its Christmas Day

Across the world children will play

With a myriad of new toys

Tears of laughter, tears of joy

Tears of sadness as dreams are shattered

They didn’t get what they wanted, this clearly matters

They wrote a letter and put it in the mail

Listing their hopes, how could the plan fail?

Searching a stocking full of festive gifts

Past chocolate coins they carefully sift

Hunting out an expected shape

Wrapped in paper and sellotape

But it’s not there as they touch the bottom

How could Santa have forgotten?

How could he not fulfil the list?

Why have their dreams been dismissed

Well, all the fun thats to be had

Has to be funded by mum and dad

It’s getting harder every year

To pay for all the christmas cheer

The pressure on all parents is immense

Scrimping and saving for this annual expense

But something just has to give

As theres fifty one other weeks to live

Wages come in and go straight back out

There’s not much left to share about

Pay day loans from multiple vendors

And high interest back street lenders

willing to take on all the high risk

In return for breaking arms, legs and wrists

But through all the aggro it seems worth it

Even though you are in the financial shit

Just to see the kids smile as they play

Play with their new toys on Christmas Day.