Out come decorations, and up goes the tree,
Jingle Bells blaring, all smiling, happy.
Presents all wrapped and labels made out,
Some are from Santa without a doubt.
Speaking of Santa, get baking mince pies,
To treat his big belly and twinkly eyes.
As the month passes the joy will just grow,
Feeling more festive, will there be snow?
And then it arrives, time to make merry,
Time to indulge in some trifle with sherry!
But despite all this pleasure, the friends and the joys,
We must remember the little girls and the boys.
Those living in war zones, those starving and cold,
And those left with nothing as winter takes hold.
Yes it’s time for smiles and playing games friends,
But spare a thought for those for whom the suffering never ends.
They set sail in tiny, unsafe boats, desperate to find our shores,
Turned away or drowned half way, or stuck in zones of wars.
So in this time of light and fun, maybe take some time,
To say a prayer for those who live in misery and grime,
And if you have a spare penny, perhaps we ought to share,
With those who are less fortunate to show we do care.
Sorry that this turned a little depressing and if I rained on your festive parade. As I was writing I realised how awful it was that so many in our country are struggling, and how many abroad need our help too. It felt wrong to focus on how magical this time of year is for the ‘haves’ when there are so many ‘have-nots.’ So much is going on in our world right now, we all want to concentrate on our own families, stick our fingers in our ears and yell “la, la, la” at the news, but I really think we need to share what we can with those who have nothing.