From our CD Christmas card..... (makes more sense in the UK!)P.B. (if you want the tune I can post a MP3 to our music host..

Sam's Christmas(Richard Grothusen,)

Sam's mother was widowed, his father was dead,
They were poor as two people could be.
One room was their home and it's floor was their bed,
They were both dressed in rags, they were seldom well fed.
As Christmas came round, and the icy winds blew,
Their plight was a pity to see.
The gas was cut off, electricity too,
Then a brainwave told Sammy what he had to do, --- he wrote.

Dear Father Christmas, I trust you're quite well,
But I'm sorry I can't say the same.
My Mummy and I haven't eaten for weeks
We've no money at all to our name.
I don't want a train set, or even a bike,
Though I'm asking for something it's true.
Just a few pounds to lighten our Christmas we'd like,
Not much, just a fiver will do.

The letter was posted and later that day,
In the hands of a sorter was grasped.
His colleagues were silent, as they heard him say,
The words of the letter that in his hands lay.
One Post Office worker then slowly commenced
To collect in a hat which was passed,
To each of his workmates, who spared no expense
In collecting the sum of Four Pounds Fifty Pence.

They sent it to Sammy, enclosing a note,
Someone signed it F. Christmas. Esquire,
It bought them a turkey, a cracker or two,
And enough coal to light a small fire.
Sam wrote back to Santa, Your letter arrived,
With the Five Pounds we're pleased as can be.
But those robbing sods at the Post Office
Opened it up, and pinched Fifty p.