Christmas
Christmas
The decorations are up and the tree is lit
The turkey is croaked and the sprouts are split
The tellies warmed and the bar is open
It’s Christmas again I've got my gift token
The wife’s supine trying out her yoga mat
My favourite films on, but we can’t find the cat
I don’t want nothing, literally got it all
I am so chilled, but can’t stand Davina Macall
The chocolate boxes are open see the raps
To run off the dinner, I’ve done twenty laps
And now The Great Escape, is on the box
I open my last present, another pair of socks
So, everyone is finished, stomachs like hills
I’ve ate all the chocky; drank all the pils
So off to bed, enough food and beer
It’s been the best Christmas, for over a year?
David Cox 7/12/21
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