A child smiles without a care

as her Mother sheds a tear,

Christmas is almost upon us

be no tidings of joy this year.

No money for her child’s toy’s

she has sold everything she owns,

to feed the pains of hunger

and to heat their drafty home.

Her child pulls out a letter

she wrote one night in bed,

addressed to Father Christmas

ansd this is what it said.

” Dear Santa,

Last year you brought me presents

with them I had so much fun,

this year can you forget me

instead bring a present for my Mum.

I hear her cry in bed each night

and I think it’s because of me,

Santa please make her happy again

the way she used to be.”

After reading her daughters letter

She smiled at her and said,

“Darling Santa already delivered my gift

she’s lying beside me in bed”.