Dear Father Christmas
hello, it's me again
I'm hoping you can send us
some relief from all our pain
We’re hurting on the stock exchange
we're hurting in the streets
we've taken such a beating
from the shysters and the cheats
We thought we could live comfortably
on what our savings earned
but regulators fiddled
while our precious nest egg burned
The future’s looking bleak for us
salvation would be grand
perhaps you could arrange
to send a profit through the land?
We’re sinking fast, please send a boat
and don’t forget the oars!
Many thanks and lots of love
to you and Mrs. Claus