Christmas as a child seemed easy to me
food and presents in the bosom of the family.
Never knowing the hardship behind the scenes
the cost and emotion, sometimes loss of dreams.
Family splits, hurtful arguments and more
gain momentum by Christmas knocking on the door.
The Season for caring, loving and giving
is an alternative Christmas
from the one some are living.
It seems we’re judged by
the amount we spend,
too little or too much,
hardly matters in the end.
For the barometer of how little you are worth,
is now a fact, become a mockery of Jesus’s birth…
Apologies to friends old and new for disappearing so suddenly, family problems have become paramount, hence the poem above… Normal service shall resume as soon as possible…Please bear with me…. xPenx