Edward Holdsworth
It’s Here Again
Christmas is near,
Mums and Dads they do fear
That they must get a lend
On the goodies for to spend.
But it’s not sister’s stocking to fill
That’s making them ill.
Not a bright penny.
Well, there just isn’t any.
It’s a pound or a fiver
But they are not getting either.
Loose change it will be,
We’re skint as can be.
A book, apple and orange,
Some nuts and a game.
It’s always the same.
I must have a lie down,
He’s gone into town
And left it to me.
He’ll make his own tea,
To bed I am going,
My wrinkles are showing.
I’ve had enough,
It’s always so tough.
Christmas and kids are just fine.
You can borrow all of mine
‘Til New Year, my dear,
Then after I fear sales
Will be near. Wake me up
When they’re here.
By Edward Holdsworth