Christmas 2001

When people think of Christmas,
They think of turkey roast,
They think of presents and Saint Nick,
And the Christmas host.

They never think of sadness,
And they never think of pain,
They only think of the delights,
That Christmas time will bring.

Well, when I think of Christmas,
It's a memory to haunt,
It reminds me of the horror,
That two thousand and one brought.

For on that faithful evening,
My dad went out to town,
My mum, my sister and myself,
Sat waiting in the lounge.

We waiting for most of half the night,
Until my mum went weird,
She raced around the living room,
Here and there she steered.

And then we got a phone call,
From the town police,
They said my father had been found,
Lying there in peace.

A car had gone and knocked him down,
When he had crossed the road,
And then my dad was just not there,
I went to panic mode.

And that's why when it's Christmas,
I turn my head up high,
And think of two thousand and one,
When it was my dad's turn to die.