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