Christmas Contradictions

As Christmas morning dawns And children wake with yawns Excitement permeates the air With nary a worry or a care While miles across both land and sea Other children pray and plea As anguish haunts their waking day To weak to laugh, to frail to play Those well fed children, some obese With gifts a plenty, several apiece Crowding round the Christmas tree Happy, joyful, so carefree While other children, worlds apart With empty stomach and aching heart Gathered round an empty pot Despair, hungry amid stench of rot Those healthy children with toys and stuff Some spoilt brats that have enough Often whining, wanting more With gifts a plenty by the score While suffering children without food In shabby huts both stark and crude Complain not once about their plight Yet from so little derive delight So while we run around demented Stressing about which gifts to buy Perhaps it is best that we relented And asked ourselves to question why And when we talk of Christmas cheer Perhaps we ought to shed a tear And spare a thought to those without Is this not what Christmas is all about!!!