x-mas me arse

Dear Santa,

 

Write a letter they said, ask for something nice,

Ask for something real they said, be reasonable on the price,

So this young child sat down, and thought long and hard,

Looked in all the shops in town, wrote his little card,

Saved and bought a stamp, put it in the box marked letters,

Socks for dad and gramps, gifts for peers and betters,

Waited for your reply, watched the postman pass the house,

No answer did you write, you filthy, rotten louse,

Down the chimney you would come, and leave gifts for one and all,

Answered cards for some, but for me no reply at all,

Well here’s a little treat, as you ride your hefty sleigh,

Be careful with your feet, down my chimney on the day,

I will have the fire blazing, as you try your descent,

Your ignorant and brazen, for the letter I had sent,

I don’t need your Christmas joy, nor do my feet need new socks,

From childhood through to man and boy, I’ll roast your bloody rocks,

You take all the glory, it’s Santa this and that,

And it’s all from a flipping story, Christmas day for me is flat,

My kids won’t be writing letters, nor saving for a stamp,

They’ll buy for family and betters, you credit stealing tramp,

There’ll be no milk or cookies, no reindeer food left out,

In my house will be no rookies, they’ll know what your about,

They will know who worked all year, who bought all under my tree,

So don’t you have any fear, no credit here for free,

If you land upon my roof, and try my chimney pot,

I’ll make glue from Rudolf’s hoof, and roast your bloody lot,

On every card I write, I’ll put my blasted name,

Stay up on Christmas night, so you don’t get the fame,

Write a letter they said, ask for something nice,

I light the fire instead, everything has a price,

Baaaahhh humbug

the last straw

The last straw

 

Sirens, flashing lights, ambulance and police cars,

Surround a family home,

A woman with a black eye and emotional scars,

Sits quietly on her doorstep alone,

 

It began so nice, young and so in love,

Marriage, kids a home for all to enjoy,

Happy days, until that first shove,

Can’t recall where or why,

 

But, there was that friendly slap,

Oh, it didn’t seem much at the time,

Waking her up, from a nap,

Saying, she could be more into trying,

 

Somewhere along the line,

Love was a word less used,

“Yeah”, he said, everything was fine,

She never realised she was being abused,

As time passed, the shove became a poke,

Than from nowhere, she walked into a door,

So she said and laughed, like it was a joke,

Soon though, she was being dragged along the floor,

 

He worked long hours, while she sat home,

Frustration and anger seemed the norm,

Dismissive, when she called him on the phone,

Yet, she tried to keep the kids in good form,

 

Until she got tired, from the constant abuse,

Told him if work was so important, she was not,

She reared his kids and had become a recluse,

What part of a team had he forgot?

 

That was the last time, he would ever lash out,

The last time, fear would ever rule her life,

Never aging would he scream or shout,

She is now a widow, no longer a wife.