Cost of Christmas Crisis

A blog post by Albert Semple

14 Dec 2022

I published this earlier today when I was too tired to make it rhyme. But I've now reported it so it actually rhymes now.

If you know anyone who is struggling this Christmas, retelling anecdotes about Christmas hardships in the past provides little comfort, so give it a rest. That's a message the narrator of this poem would do well to hear.

The toughest Christmas I recall,
Just Noodles for our Christmas lunch.
Too poor to purchase meat at all,
No turkey, goose or ham to munch.
Their Noodles boiling on the flame
The children looking on, agog.
Then crying when their dinner came:
Old Noodles was a lovely dog.
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