A woman's Christmas
Snow is falling, Bells are ringing
Children gather,to go carol singing.
Men in the pub, drinking their beer,
While mother's are baking, it's that time of year.
Tomorrows the last day,to finish the shopping,
No time for rest,no time for stopping.
Hustle and bustle, shoulder to shoulder
Snow getting deeper, feeling colder and colder.
Nearly all ready, children bathed and all fed
Half an hour more,and they're going to bed.
I send them upstairs, excitement in the air.
Great to be young,and not have a care.
At last I can relax, with a coffee by the fire
Still a lot to do, before I can retire.
Presents to wrap, trifle to make,
At least I've already made"the Christmas cake"
The veg is all peeled and sat in the pan,
I didn't realize how tired I am.
We do it every year,at this hectic pace
But it's all been worthwhile,
For the smile on their face.
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2020
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