People push through crowded aisles,
Grabbing sprouts and Maris Pipers
In the hope they won’t forget
Important stuff like cranberry sauce
Or pigs in blankets, stuffing too.
And then there’s husbands and the dads,
Racing through the clothing racks
To buy the presents they forgot.
In silent bedrooms mums are wrapping
Like the Christmas elves they are,
Gin and tonic on the floor
With the paper, bows and tape,
Soon they’ll creep down to the tree
And lay down gifts in artful piles.
And as the midnight bells will ring
They gather in the village church
For Mass that’s lit my candlelight,
Remembering the baby’s birth,
The star, the manger and the inn
That started all this festive joy.
Have a very merry Christmas,