'Twas a night in christmas near

All the world waits for santa dear

but my eyes for a business

nay like you, as mine a sickness.

My Mind wondering over past

life's on bed of roses going fast

with twins and my beauty around

Sweet home and happiness surround.

All of a sudden a thunderous blast

lust and greed hath me outcast

nay reason for mine thought

but as virus it caught.

Till day neither a twin nor beauty

but mine greeds works as duty

'Why'st mine hold over this greed? 'I cried

no response only tears dried.

Now it's a decade's christmas

nay happiness 'twas once, only business

still my mind a hutch dog for money 

but life's become a story-funny.