Christmas 1974

I’ve heard all the scratched plastic carols

In stereo, five ninety-five,

I’ve paid my John Martin’s admission

To help keep the season alive,

I’ve done all I could for the children

To keep Father Christmas in beer,

I’ve scrimped and I’ve saved my emotion

To see out the last of the year.

 

I don’t take my cheer in a bottle,

My marriage has gone to the wall,

The kids are away with their mother

There isn’t a shot left to call,

There’s a tree that is tinselled and winking

With no-one to see on the day,

I’m keeping their presents ‘til later

To think of them, while they’re away.

 

So if this is the great celebration

The spirit in me passed away,

And I haven’t the spirit to mourn it,

Its passing, its death or decay.

I’ll go to the church about midnight

To pray, with a thought from the heart,

For Christ, it’s your Mass we’re fulfilling

Before we start falling apart.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Brittany]

I'd say well done, but its so sad that that doesn't seem quite appropriate. You expressed yourself very well.