'Tis two nights before Christmas and all thru the land
We're all realising 'twas all built on sand
The TD's have run for the country like hares
The bankers all hope we'll forget their affairs
The Churchmen are cowering in the corner in fright
Like that proverbial rabbit, caught in the light
The judges are sitting on top of their loot
Consultants are too - they don't give hoot
About those down the ladder - perhaps the first rung
Who are scrimping and scraping, not having much fun
But hurrah say the lads in their nice pin-striped jackets
Why are those poor making such a big racket?
We're okay with our bonuses which we rightly deserve
And the poor pointing at us have got quite a nerve
To those men and those women as rich as Croesus
Might be worth remembering the words of one Jesus
As you rich men barter or rich women wheedle
Ponder if you will, the eye of a needle
Can a camel pass thru it in a year or say, seven?
That's how easy it is for you to get to heaven
Perhaps as we think on this cold Christmas season
Our country will come back from the brink into reason
And to try figure out as a new decade dawns
If life's about bathrooms and holiday homes?
On a hushed Christmas night as we look at the stars
And ask ourselves exactly who it is that we are
Look around you and see, in the light from above
That the message of Christmas is all about love
For ourselves and our families, our neighbours and friends
And even for those who drive us round the bend
And maybe next year we'll see more in our community
Than a consumer or a sponger or a selling opportunity.
Merry Christmas to all my family, friends, supporters and readers. My humblest apologies for this bad poetry offering. But every now and then there's nothing I like more than a bit of ould rhymin' Call it my Christmas indulgence! Hope your Christmas is peaceful and fun and that 2010 brings everything good for you and yours. God bless. Mary.