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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 ? “ 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 ? 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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