Mummy works on Christmas Day,
And Daddy’s gone so far away,
Mistaking poverty for thrift,
Ross blames both for his crappy gift.
No creature stirs, not even a mouse,
In the fatal chill of Clark’s house,
This old veteran took a beating,
Creditors cut his central heating.
Is laughter hiding sorrow?
Do Christmas bells ring hollow?
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