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All the festivities are now over
Oh gosh I’ve got an aching head
I need to nurse my bad hangover
Ease myself gently from my comfy bed

I can’t face breakfast, I feel too darn ill
The stench of yesterday’s sprouts fills the air
Just a glass of water and a headache pill
If I see another brussel sprout I’m sure I’ll swear

It’s time to head off to the sales
Everything is now half the price
I scan all the clothes on the rails
That reindeer jumper looks very nice!

The streets are full of eager folks
They push and shove to grab a deal
I queued since midnight someone jokes …
And I’ve used my elbows with great zeal!

Back home there is a turkey ‘mountain’
It’s being prepared for the dining table
I can use the lovely chocolate fountain
A Christmas gift from our neighbor Mable

Poor old Santa he is now unemployed
Because he’s delivered all his gifts
Small children are absolutely overjoyed
He found his way through the snowdrifts

The batteries have run out on Tim’s toy car
And he’s already broken off the steering wheel
The cat has knocked off the Christmas tree star
I stood on a pine needle … it’s lodged in my heel!

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