Many a cold night my Dad would suck on a hot mint and us kids would gather round and get a warm off his tongue, always enjoyed my mums scouse until one day i bit on a flea collar with a bell on it, and she always put us in the dolly tub with the washing to save water.
No not really, i have to say i was lucky as a child growing up, my father was always in employment and though we went without many things, never the essentials, always fed well, clothed and warm.
God help us,
Don't send Jesus,
This is no place for children.