Boxing Day Feeling

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This Christmas I’ve been lucky,
First time home in six long months,
All these lovley presents I got,
From my brother I got a lovley watch,
From my parents I got a great hairdryer,
Also a pair of boots all white.

From my sister am elephant Dumbo,
From my chap a transistor radio Bimbo.
So many presents are enough o make you weep,
So many presents its all a really great treat,
All my presents are really great,
I also had some quite late.

I also had some Avon,
Lots of perfumes to try on,
Jewellery can come with such a treat,
Proud to walk down the street,
Tissues to wave goodbye,
When a tear turns into a cry.

I have a really great chap,
I love to sit upon his lap,
To me, he is so very kind,
To him, I nearly always wine,
I don’t know why he puts up with it,
I’m sure I get on his wit.

I don’t know why he’s so good to me,
Really I have been too lucky,
I act like a kid at times,
He never really seems to mind,
One day I’ll end up over his lap,
Down with his hand with a smack!

My life is so very tight,
My life seems anything but light,
I want to go and rome the streets,
Go out and give myself a treat,
But if I do will I be happy?
If I do, will I be laughing?

I’ll go out and mingle with a crowd,
Where the music flows quite loud,
I’ll go out and climb a tree,
Run across a field like I was free,
Go out and mingle with the flowers,
Pick them and watch them for hours.

Have I a mind of my own?
Have I silly ways that show?
I now have a career I longed for,
With children it’s never a bore,
But I’m never rally free,
There’s always someone by the side of me.

I don’t know what its like to be happy,
I don’t know what its like to be laughing,
Do I rely on someone all the time?
If I’m told off, do I wine?
I’ll go to America and get shot,
I’ll go behind bars, and let someone turn the lock.

Christmas is meant to be a happy time,
When everyone comes out alive,
Out comes a bottle of wine,
When everyone sits to dine,
On the plate with veg and gravy,
Part of a nine-pound turkey.

Why do we celebrate at all?
When some of us don’t know what for,
Or we may not believe in it,
May as well pack our bags and beat it.
Why can’t we for once in our lives,
Lift up our hands and feel bright.

Christmas is suppose to be happy,
All telling jokes and laughing,
Everyone else is awake,
And me, thinking of old time sake,
With me not believing in Christ,
Celebrating Christmas is not wise.


– Claire Galpin


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