T'was the Night Before the Recessionary Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the country

Not a consumer was shopping because they were all going hungry.

The stockings were hung empty on the chimney with fear

In the hopes that the recession would not come too near.

The children were all bundled, freezing cold in their beds

When the electric was turned off and panic filled their little heads.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I stumbled in the dark

Only to see the ice covered tree had fallen apart.

The tree limb had broke and fell on our home

And at the very moment I felt so alone.

When what to wondering eyes should appear

But sparks and the electrical line swinging so near.

With a big, deep breath I shouted in fear for my wife

I called to her to wake up I fear for our lives.

More rapid than quick sand the flames flew

I ran through house, I didn’t know what to do.

I called to my children, now Mary

And Sue. To little Johnny and to Michael and sweet Betty Lou.

Get out of the house and bundled up warm

They asked; where will we go for shelter from the storm?

I said run to the neighbor’s and see if their home

Our house is burning and I can’t find the phone

Through smoke and ash I looked for our cat

I can’t believe this is happening all so fast.

We’ve lost our home and we have no cash

My job is no more and we’re spiraling fast.

I’m praying for help but one can hear me

They’ve all got their own families to hold close and dearly.

What happened to us we used be okay.

Now all I can do is sit here and pray

For answer I need to the question so real

How I do I cope, how do I deal?

With the problems we have we can’t make it through

Of the sadness we feel, if you only knew.

My life has been shattered and all torn apart

As I sit in this shelter with my broken heart.

I worked my whole life to have a family and home

And now it’s all gone, Oh God I feel so all alone.

Our government was supposed to serve and protect

Now our pleas for help they still continue to reject.

To line your own pockets, to lie and to steal

They do it with no guilt robustly and with zeal.

I miss Christmases past.

How long can this recession last.

I’m told to be strong, told to be brave

But this situation is sending me to an early grave.

So to all of you who are in the same boat

Still looking for a lifesaver a new to keep afloat

I still believe in miracles and I hope you do too

For with God’s help this someday shall pass too.