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Christmas eve – the boy’s all grown
And Santa’s steps are heard no more
Matured in the shadow of addiction
Will he inherit this affliction?
How many times was Santa stretched
To make this Christmas one of the best?
While losses and finances swirled round the brain
And Mummy hid the shame and pain.
Was it enough I must reflect?
What kind of life can I expect ?
For the boy who was forced into second place
Behind addiction and the gambling chase.
Mighty God who can restore all things
Don’t let him pay for his mother’s sins
Keep him happy, healthy and strong
Forgive his mum for so much wrong.
“Perfect Love casts out all Fear”!
Heartfelt poem idi.