Christmas can bring all sorts of stresses and trials that combine to make the festive season anything but festive for children from broken homes, writes SIR PAUL… WWW.DAILYMAIL.CO.UK

The moment you came into this world

your cry was for me the sweetest word.

I used to hold you in my arms

singing gently till sleep comes.

I used to drive away all fear …

Made you feel safe when I was near …

I was the first to see you walk …

I was the first to hear you talk …

When “papa” came out of your mouth

I was the happiest man from north to south …

I used to feed you milk in a bottle.

I was a pony and you sat on my saddle.

I was a plane, an animal, or even a train …

Just for your laugh I did things insane …

I used to tell you stories before “goodnight”

Whenever you were sad, I made everything right…

We made drawings of you, mom and dad.

I thank God for the good times we had!

We bought flowers, sweets and presents for mummy

made cards for her with love like honey …

We played music and sang and danced.

From all we did, this is just a glance …

A glance of the past … Now I am far away …

Not being able to see you every day …

I’m now not able to show you my love

to share with you sweet moments like the ones we used to have …

So now my child what else can I say?