Poverty at Christmas, a harsh and cruel fate
A time of joy and cheer, but for some it’s too late
The cost of fuel is high, the bills pile up and grow
Leaving little room for gifts, or a Christmas feast to show
But still we hold on tight, to the love within our hearts
We find a way to make do, with the little that we’ve got
We huddle close together, and find warmth in each embrace
And in the love we share, we find solace in this place
For in the end, it’s not the gifts or the grand feast
That brings us joy and peace, at the holiday’s least
It’s the love we share, and the time we spend
With those we hold dear, in the journey’s end
So let us hold on tight, to the love that we possess
And find a way to make do, in the times of duress
For in the end, it’s the love we share and give
That brings us joy and peace, as long as we live
