It is a cold night. Far away I can hear the drone of German Bombers. But wait I think I can hear bells ringing; is that the beat of Reindeer hooves? or is it the nine o clock horses coming because I am not asleep. Mum told us if we are good Santa will come tonight. We awake it is Christmas morning and scramble to the foot of the bed. In our pillowcases we find an apple and pear, a small bar of chocolate and an own made garage, what wonder this day as brought. We are happy and grateful to Santa. Our Christmas did not start till December we had little or nothing but what a day a feast made by mam and dad. the tree the lights made it Christmas joy to all men. Then suddenly it is 2013. Christmas selling starts in August shops show toys that most parents cannot afford but keeps telling children they need this or that to keep up with others, kids scream and demand forcing parents into debt, food for Christmas is warehouse grown. Mum and dad; if there is a dad tear their hair out trying to pay bedroom tax and have money left for Christmas. Thieving Mps and Money lenders rub their hands in glee, time of year to make a killing. What the hell as happened to our way of life and our Christmas. You can no longer have a pig in you window, fly a flag of your choice, be careful what you say or do, the racist Police and Council are everywhere. Happiness as fled this country it is becoming like Nazi Germany where friend and Neighbour informed on you. I can no longer say I am English for fear of upsetting some jobsworth in the City Council that dirty word English may enflame one of our local terrorists. Years ago we had nothing, defeat faced us at ever turn, but the country was a dam site happier than today, and more fear from terrorists than Germany.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 08:14:05 +0000
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