Christmas Morning Regrets Poem by maria goodison

I never believed in Father Christmas, I never thought it right
to lie to childrenjust like me and tell them that he, came down
a chimrey at night.

I was sure it was really mum and dad, that crept into my room
I thought the shops supplied the gifts, I awoke to Christmas morn.

I never believed in Santa claws, or the magic of Christmas Eve,
I never believed in helper elves or sleighs or red nose deer.

No I never believed in Father Christmas and I neve considered it right,
No I never believed in Santa claws, till he didn't come last night!

So I think next year I'll believe again, yes I really think I should
Cause Christmas without the gifts and toys, is really not much good,