Cratchit at Christmas
Managing on a meagre wage
to continue life on this dear stage.
But Tim will die in less than a year
if the present conditions remain so drear.
Father Bob is doing his best
to provide for his wife, Tim and the rest.
Year by year Scrooge tightens the screw
the better to watch how his gold mountain grew.
His past life shown by help from above
nobody would know Scrooge capable of love.
But he himself lived life suppressed
ruled by wifeless father much distressed.
What will happen should things not change
the fates of many not rearranged?
Your mean acceptance of inevitability
of prison and workhouse chilly charity.
The future filled with loneliness and pain
death will sing you a lonely refrain.
But learn the lessons and change your ways
then look forward to many better days.
‘Happy Christmas’ Scrooge guffaws.
The children hope for Santa Claus.
Bob Cratchit can’t believe his ears
bon homie after cheerless years.
Tim will live with Scrooge’s aid
a better life now Bob’s well paid.
The old city shines with a festive glow
bringing white chip sparkle to frost and snow.
'Happy Christmas one and all!
It’s time for all to have a ball.
Happy Christmas ho ho ho!'
The former miser’s face does glow.
©David L Atkinson November 2013
I know this may seem a little lame, you may think a good deal of my poetry could be covered by that description, but sometimes we need gentle and easy. The taking of a story that I love to read at this time of year and treating it in this way was satisfying for me and if it causes one other person to smile then it has more than served its purpose.