a christmas poem

lighted christmas tree
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Early morning woken by the young,

Checking for the boot marks in

The flour sprinkled late last night.

Wrapping paper torn in ribbons,

Only one gift really matters,

The socks, the pants, the chocolate coins

All pushed aside in readiness for food.

Let’s not forget the pigs in blankets

And the turkey being eaten for another week,

The Christmas pudding and the yule log too.

And then to sofas all across the land,

To watch the speech from the main lady

Followed by our Mary Poppins and

A Strictly special, maybe games of Twister

Added to the pints of booze

Making sure that dad will lose.

Finally we traipse to bed, warm with love,

The sound of sleigh bells flying high above.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Love Rachel xx