Christmas
Christmas comes but once a year,
'thank God for that'
you'll hear me cheer.
All the sales,
the non stop shopping,
friendzied buying,
no signs of stopping.
All the pressure
to get it done,
in time for that one day,
that special one.
On that day
you do the deed,
then start in the kitchen,
there's family to feed.
There's only one way
dinner will turn out fine,
it must be cooked whilst guzzling wine.
Then after dinner,
if they want any more,
I'll be found slozzled on the kitchen floor,
then they can help themselves,
whilst I giggle away with Santas Elves.
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