The Chimney Sweep arrived today-
His blackened face so sad-
‘Be quick’ I said-‘He’ll soon be here-
Then you’ll be a Happy Lad’.
He looked at me-then turned away-
His voice so low-as gravel-
“He won’t be here this year” he said-
“He has no Pass to Travel”.
‘He’s Santa Claus’ I whispered-
‘This simply cannot be-
The People will deliver-
He’ll get His Pass-you’ll see’.
The Chimney Sweep turned back to me-
His eyes were sadder still-
“The People can’t deliver-
For They have lost their Strength and Will.
Their livelihoods are broken-
Their Dreams-Their Hopes- now crushed-
‘Britannia Cool’ is dead and gone-
Futures turned to rust”.
So Santa He will send His love-
To every Girl and Boy-
And wish that Twenty Twenty One-
Will bring Them back Their Joy.