Its Christmas
The sleepy eyes,
the excited cries,
the whoops and hollers
and the early rise.
The stampede downstairs,
the jumping on chairs,
the ooh's and aah's
and the wide eyed stares.
The tearing of paper
on Christmas morn,
mothers tired smile
and fathers yawn.
The hasty breakfast,
the chocolate smiles,
Skypeing the relatives
across the miles.
The turkey, the pudding,
the crackers, the Queen,
the overindulgence,
the last strawberry cream.
The cold turkey sarnies,
charades, Pictionary,
laughing at grandma,
who's a little merry.
The wind down,
the nightgown,
turn out the light.
A last nip of port,
Merry Christmas,
Goodnight!
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