Christmas Day. [A day in the life】

I have reached a day
Where Christmas Day
Is now looked down upon
So many migrants coming here
The Christian stuffs all gone

Thousands invading our sandy shores
Every single year
A lot of them cannot converse
And with them there’s
The fear
Living in big hotels
Bikes to ride aroundThree meals a day
And fifty quid to spend
That’s where they are bound

A pensioner now 81
Handouts not a lot
All these years I Have worked hard
And paid my taxes
I feel scarred
By many of these newcomers
With their mobile phones
And the Private dentistry
And my aching bones

Are aching really hellishly
My Christmas meal today
Peanut butter on sour dough bread
And some tofu
It’s the way
Some tonic water
Take my pills
That’s the best for me
One Christmas card
For the old bard
No one cares you see.

On the other hand I am invited to a Boxing Day
Meal with some friends so will be happy tomorrow.
Spoke to my friends in Oz earlier by phone