At Samaritans, the crisis piles up,
Calls come thick and fast.
In the season of good will,
Wills needed more than usual.
In the centre of town,
The drink flows free,
Streaming curses and threats.
Children fight over toys;
Parents wearied by noise
Are at wits' end.
Why do the Christians
Covet this festival?
Surely it's better left to Auld Nick?
Seems more his bailiwick.
It wasn't always thus;
Once Yule was mild,
Rather than wild;
But all was changed to feed
The businessman's greed.
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