Unfair Christmas

The happy sounds,
the glittering lights.
They make people think,
everything's all right.

I guess if it makes people happy and glad,
is it so wrong to be naughty or bad.

They told us once,
and once again.
They said all that we wanted,
we'd get in the end.

By the end i don't mean the day we die,
that one special day that makes our soul fly.

That one special day that comes round every year.
That one special joy when there's laughter and cheer.

You know the day that i'm talking about.
Just reading about it makes you want to shout.

The day kids and adults adore.
That day should be happy for rich
and for poor.

So why is it some get more than others?
Why is it sisters get more than brothers?

For those who get less,
it isn't very nice.
And soon after years,
joy turns to vice.

Then soon after more years those people don't care,
for them every Christmas is just plain unfair.