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