“Twas The Night Before Christmas”

I wrote this poem for my grandchildren on Christmas Eve 2006, after they were stolen by Nashua, NH DCYF.


“Twas The Night Before Christmas”

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a grandchild was laughing, not a present in the house,
The stocking’s weren’t hung by the chimney this year,
Because of DCYF, the children wouldn’t be here,

We begged and we pleaded for the children’s return,
But the DCYF Gestapo love to see Grandparent’s squirm,
They claim we’re emotional when we fight for our right’s,
But we’ll never give up this horrible fight,

They’ve made us aware of their corruption this year,
They want all family’s to live in fear,
They’ve taken away what we hold most dear,
They’ve taken away our Grandparent’s Right’s,
We need to stand up and Fight, Fight, Fight,

So the stocking’s are packed away for this year,
I’m sure DCYF won’t shed a tear,
As long as they get their incentive, which they hold so dear,
Grandchildren mean everything, but what does DCYF care?