What did you get for Christmas?
Was it something nice?
I’m sitting here in Casualty,
My face is packed with ice.
I dread it every Christmas,
They never give me toys,
Daddy will get drunk again,
His nights out with the boys.
I know he doesn’t mean it,
He’s far to drunk to know,
He hits me hard for nothing,
And bruises always show.
A Christmas to remember,
The policemen had to call,
They took my Dad away this time,
He said I’d had a fall.
He’s really done it this time,
An ambulance had to come,
That’s why I’m sitting here in Casualty,
Waiting with me Mum.