‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When we children should dream
But all I can hear is Mummy’s loud scream.

Daddy is hitting her again and again
This year I hope
That the blood does not stain.

Not one of us kids
Dare make a sound,
For fear that Daddy’s violence
Would double and rebound.

We silently prayed
That Mummy would be okay,
And that somehow she would live
To see Christmas Day

So please Father Christmas,
Tell me if you got my list?
I want Mummy to be safe
From Daddy’s fist.

Can you bring me enough hope
So Mummy does not live in fear,
Let this be the last violent New Year.

Because I don’t want to wake up
On a cold Christmas Day,
To see Mummy in a coffin
Being taken away.