Chrismas Sucks

Christmas sucks, I wrote this poem when my business was going through a bad patch, Christmas was on it way and I felt there was too much pressure on me to give and I didn't have.

Christmas sucks

I’m feeling sick and my stomachs in knots

Christmas is coming at a rate of noughts

My pockets are empty and business is tight

At the end of my tunnel, there is no light

 

People are spending with excited eyes

For my loved ones there will be no surprise

No credit cards or money in the bank

It feels like my empire has finally sank

 

Some people find joy in the failure of others

Pointing, whispering, and chuckling at me

“Owe see how the mighty fall” they will mutter

As they place their presents under the tree

 

What ever happened to Christmas of old?

When the measure of man was not what he sold

Gifts were smaller and wrapped up real neat

You just would not dare ask for the receipt

 

Christmas is for giving so give what you’ve got

Try giving a little when you don’t have a lot

Give from the heart not from the purse

Have seasonal thoughts for a student nurse

 

Day’s to Christmas and her husband broke

The weeks ahead not much better

Don’t hurt yourself buying expensive presents

What’s wrong with a good Christmas sweater?

 

Have a thought for others at Christmas

Whose family and friends have passed

Hold on tight to what really matters

Cause trust me it dose not last

 

I am under such pressure at this time of year?

And my heart tells me this shouldn't be

Too so many people I’m the provider

Sometimes I wish I was free

 

If you reading this poem you feel sorry for me

Dig down, down deep in your pocket

Give me a fiver to help me along

Before I turn into a rocket