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Christmas Is Creeping In

Christmas is creeping in.
I’ve seen my first quality street tin. 
The John Lewis advert is out
And the motorised reindeers about. 

Shop windows glitter and glow,  
Ladbrookes give odds on the snow, 
The eyes  of the new generation 
Are fixed on the latest PlayStation

Mariah Carey is on every show 
That pumps out from the radio.
Signs on the roundabouts point
To the nearest Christmas tree joint.

Loft ladders are let down once more 
To retrieve the decs from their store 
Dads swear in temper and stress
“How could the lights get in this mess ? “

Will there be any turkeys left 
Or will the table look bereft   ? 
Must dig out the walnut cracker 
And get my nails booked for a lacquer . 

Christmas films on every channel
Full of righteous, festive,  flannel 
In which life’s drama and life’s dread
Is all made right with gingerbread.

Cinnamon taints everything 
Oh Hark - the herald angels sing
But there’s little Christmas love or grace 
When you cannot find a parking space.

Supermarkets fill their shelves 
With stollen cakes and chocolate elves, 
And blokes buy beer to stow away
That’s mostly drunk by Christmas Day. 

While some begin to deck the halls 
And others feast on cheese footballs 
Some just sit and contemplate
How did we all get in this state ? 

The days just disappear 
As the Yuletide feast gets near.
The shopping list keeps growing 
And there’s endless to and froing

Time to pour that glass of Sherry
Time to consult Mary Berry 
To make the perfect Christmas pud
The way that only Mary could. 

The pogues ring out on Christmas Eve
Shoppers bustle, wind and weave 
Through busy crowds they dodge and shift
To find that perfect Christmas gift. 

Carollers by the corn exchange 
Suddenly come into range 
Familiar carols tug the heart
With words that speak of a new start 

Will Noddy Holder save the day ? 
Will we escape this Yule affray ?
But don’t give up, if all else fails 
You’ve got the January sales.

© Mike Miller

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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