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Loss of Faith

Loss of faith

It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back then
 
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