Christmas is a bitter day

For mothers who are poor;

The wistful eyes of children

Are daggers to endure.

Though shops are crammed with playthings

Enough for everyone,

If a mother's purse is empty,

There might as well be none.

My purse is full of money,

But I cannot but a toy'

Only a wreath of holly

For the grave of my little boy..

--Author Unknown.