A Christmas poem is called for, that was the latest cry
Has it all been done before, I ask the reason why
Weíve read it all and weíve seen it all and heard it in the sky
Of Santa and his reindeers, as they come flying bye
Busy shops, Carol singers fill the air with Glee
Iím busy working shifts right now, so surely think of me.
Pirate ships and castles built on the front room floor
Childrenís toys a plenty they canít want for any more
But thereís different story passed down from hand to hand
About the birth of a special child born in the Holy Land
Yes itís really needed, this story to be told
Do I sound quite cranky, am I getting old?
If this Christmas story, Unites the world in peace
What a Christmas present, if all the wars could cease