Be It Any Other Way
The tree stands slightly wonky and the star's seen better days
But it wouldn't seem like Christmas, be it any other way
With mince pies by the dozen flying off the oven shelf
A glass of wine or sherry is a must to toast for health
The same old balding tinsel hangs around the fireplace
The same old hands just one year older join to say their grace
Turkey slighty arid, Yorkshire puddings slightly flat
An hour of Mary Poppins in a Christmas cracker hat
A plethora of Uncle's, Aunt's and Nan's on stools and chairs
Daring to make fools of selves, play games without a care
The women blitz the kitchen while then men make for the pub
Kids is brand new PJ's, hair and toenails scrubbed
A tepid end to what has been a full and festive day
But it wouldn't seem like Christmas, be it any other way.
12 November 2011
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