Present's won't be placed, underneath our family tree,
cause the government stole my income, all away from me.
Seems they've raised my taxes, even without my consent,
just to splurge for fancy dinners, for our new president.
Our family will have to learn, how to get along with less,
cause the bills have each come due and no works to be had.
It seems my days of plenty, has gone the way of the dust,
just like my hard earned savings, and that rusty old truck.
Charties call my house, wanting more in their donations,
as I mumble in responce, I could use a long staycation.
I show up on my job, hoping works gonna come my way,
and stand around for hours, making thirty hours pay.
This year there ain't no Santa, dressed in his fancy suit,
no room to park his sleigh, just to ruin my brand new roof.
I still owe Santa money, for toys he left here years ago,
interest on my credit cards, soared where, nobody knows?
So Santa stay away, cause all you ever want is monies,
kids don't need more stuff around here, to fight over in the evenings.
Mom and me decide, it was time to make some changes,
bring back a Christmas story, about a babe within a manger.
Present's won't be needed, beneath our Christmas tree,
instead you'll find our Bible and a tiny manger scene.
We'll gather all our kid's around and read the greatest story,
of how the Father's shown his love, by sending earth His glory!
Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 11/26/2009