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No winter postcards of deep snow and bliss
No winter postcards of mistletoe kiss
Winter was cold, winter was tough
Winter was long and we all had it rough
No Father Christmas, no presents for us
No wide eyed kitten or puppy to fuss
Fantasy Christmas, fantasy tree
We had to live, through the reality
Dad was long gone, the man did his best
Till chronic bronchitis, seeped into his chest
The work where he toiled, was all he had known
But the dust and the dampness had left Mam alone
What would befall us, what would we be
Who would care for us, if we did not have she
Mam did her best for her nine hungry brood
I will never forget, there was so little food
Mam had her pride but the children came top
Broken old cupboards to keep the rooms hot
Furniture smashed for the fire was the norm
Furniture burned just to keep the kids warm
Hard times as a child engraved in my heart
The emotions and memories will never depart
The hunger, the cold, the anger remain
So little food, again and again 
The times were of hardship, poverty, pain
Coats on the bed was the name of the game
No warm fancy blankets in my childhood 
Just old duffle coats and we fought for the hood
All of the cooking, from one frying pan
Hunched round a fire, nine kids and their Mam
All I remember is fried porridge oats
Dark dankie bedrooms and old heavy coats
All I remember is sugar on bread
Nine hungry children is nine kids unfed
All I remember is vegetable stew
Mostly potato's and then there were few
Snottie nosed kids crying hungry and cold
What bread there might be would be covered in mould
All of the clothing was hand me down stuff
Nine children to dress, there was never enough
One stocking each and sometimes one shoe
In all of my memory I can't recall two
Now all of the children, have just what they need
Warm clothing, good food and laptop PC
Ipods and kindles with mince pies for tea
Have they ever heard of the word, poverty 
A new modern world of I want it for me
I want It, I want it, the new Nexus 6
With all its new gizmo's and all its new tricks
I want them, I want them, the new Nike Capri 3
I want them, I want them, I want them for me  
I want it, I want it, the phone that can speak
With thousands of apps and things you can tweak
I want it, I want it, I want it all
Go get me the money from that hole in the wall 
So why am I angry, so why am I sad
So why not accept, who we were, what we had
So who wants the hunger, who wants that time
If you want to swap childhoods
Your not swapping it with mine
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