Boxing day again?
St Stephens day is here again, Christmas a thing of the past,
Presents and gifts forgotten and left, their memories seldom last,
Uncles and Aunties, Mums and Dads, sons and sisters all,
Parties over, festive fun and the Christmas ball.
Sated, full, stories to tell… of the fun they’ve had,
Of toys and games and friends they’ve made, a Christmas not half bad,
Back to homes, warm and dry, with tables full and wide,
With family’s bosum open and safe , no need to run and hide.
But out in the world so big and bad, another story can be told,
Of the poor and the weak, the sad and the meek, of many not so bold,
A thought for them as we close our doors, on the cold and the dark and the wet,
Of dreams and prayers and wants and hopes, most of which will not be met.
The lost and the sad the lives they’ve had, many never will be found,
The beaten and the missing, the ones we know, who will never make a sound,
The tall and the brave, the ones who’ve made, their lives so hard live,
Lets remember all that they do, what they say and what they give.
So as we lay us down to rest, after long festive party cheer,
Pray for ones unfortunate enough, to have naught but hate and fear,
That their souls will be caught and held with care and cradled much with love,
And the world be given what it really needs by that white and peaceful dove!
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