Christmas is for Families

Christmas is for families

But not for me,

Not for us.

My dad’s at work

I shouldn't grumble

I have a great life

I see my dad more than others see of theirs,

But at Christmas he’s at work.

My friends tell me on Christmas morning

they get up go into their parents room

sit on their bed to open their stocking.

My dad was at work again.

Their dad's drinking after breakfast

while mum’s cooks dinner

Children fighting

but my dad's at work.

My presents still under the tree

wrapped in bright paper and ribbons.

While others are settling down to tea

And my dad's at work.

Watching films on TV

We’re eating Christmas dinner

Unless something's come up

Then my dad’s at work

Some years Christmas dinner

Presents wrapped not touched

while others are queuing in boxing day sales.

Because my dad's at work.

It goes with the job

I didn't chose his job

I didn't chose this life.

My dad’s at work

Christmas is for families,

but, not my family,

because my dad's at work.

My dad's a vicar.