Under the Christmas Tree
The trees have shed their multi coloured coats
There’s People walking round like dragons blowing smoke
The big coats pockets checked
And last year’s cough sweets found and scoffed
The black Friday sale been and gone
Presents bought, and useless gadgets you didn’t really want
Xmas trees leave the loft
Then Half an hour undoing Christmas light knots
Freezer doors that will not shut
And more booze than your local pub
Wrapping parcels and writing cards
And then POOF whats that’s beneath the tree
A book shaped package in my name I see
I cross my fingers , make a wish out loud
Oh please make it john lindley love and cross bones
that's neatly wrapped up
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