The spirit of Christmas is different this year. So I wrote a poem that sums up how I think many of us are feeling. I'm not exactly William bleepin' Shakespeare, but I hope you like it.
A Bank Holiday
Christmastime with nothing in the bank,
The discussion with the kids is frank.
No tree or lights to hang this year,
Santa's bringing one gift to share.
With the food bank's help we are able
to put some holiday food on the table.
No roast turkey, but canned breast will do.
Cranberries, yams, and split peas too.
Family and friends send cards to say
They've cut back on their giving ways.
Perhaps next year will bring a change
But for now presents are from a happier age.
At least we have a house to call our own
Our own bed, warm clothes, and phone.
That's so much more than many can mention
In this year of great recession.
A letter from the bank was in the mail.
The doctor sent a notice as well.
I refuse to open either one
To see what new money troubles will come.
Although Wall Street pays bonuses huge,
Take ski holidays or a winter cruise,
We have what is important here.
Loved ones close and Christmas cheer.
So bankers take your holiday.
We'll remember our role to play
When election days next appear
We'll throw you out, right on your ear.