Best Depressionchristmas Poems
christmas comes but once a year
and thats too much for me
ive never been a fan of sitting round a dead pine tree
my favourite sweets are humbugs
turkeys for the yanks
and as for christmas crackers
would i pull yours
no thanks
bing crosbys on the radio
dreaming bout the snow
and fat men in red suits and beards
are everywhere i go
the queen comes on the tv
saying how shes had it rough
then steve mcqueen escapes again
and now ive had enough
ill get my coat and take a walk
the pubs just down the road
but that is closed for christmas day
so back to my abode
an early night sounds good to me
ill curl up with a book
forget about this christmas thing
its over now
thank god
Form:
It all began when I was four, a man of gifts was introduced into my knowledge
O' the joy that I felt, for if I but behaved a list of gifts this man would give me
And so I was on my best only to be disappointed for nothing ever did I see
My family gathered and all of my siblings ran into what the man who brought for them
Year after year I waited, waited with tears of the unknown
My voice grew into my own personal recorder
I repeated time after time the same lines of regret and broken hope
Yet I held on to the belief that one day the man with a big beard would bring me a gift
All I wanted to was to sit around a tree in christmas time and hold my loved ones
Alone I have spent this holiday after all these years alone I spend it still
Was family not made for me? Was love not meant to wipe my tears
Why am I to my shadow? Am I to dwell until death takes me yet alone
Where is the spirit that touches the soul of christmas
Am I too alone that my christmas has gone away from me too
This eve again I shall weep in the memory that haunts my heart
Farewell world, let me sob that tomorrow christmas too shall be at my minds depth