The Meal

On Christmas Day the meal sings, The music lies wide open to call, Sparks fly out from the fire place, And Santa is here, present for all. Too much is not enough or false, The binge effaces the nativity, Combine bacon with sausage tall, Add cranberry to bread - clarity. Up at 6.30am is not too early, The holiday flies summer as twin, Grins of greeting gesture the red, With gifts appropriate to hotly fin. Believing in happiness upon burl, Exchanges stick through the year, And what you’ve done is told, As the heads round off in cheer. Then outside the greenery greets, As contrasted with snow or pave, You say goodbye to the pleats, By waving, already the inner flave. Whether you want to know, story, About religion, or not - is up to you: Flick channels on the tele ancient, Offering hymns or Santa Clause 2. Dominique Webb