Christmas Past Poem by Joe Hughes

I am taking down the Christmas cards,
I've thrown away the tree.
The baubles are all packed away,
There's no more Christmas glee.

I check the cards, see who they're from,
They don't mean much to me.
I'd rather they would ring me now,
Invite me round for tea.

I've taken down the holly,
My lovely crib has come to grief.
I'd love a turkey sandwich
With some stuffing and some beef.

I'd love some chipolatas,
Like the ones I threw away.
My son - he drives me crazy,
With his new bike he won't play.

I wish again for Christmas,
With lots and lots more fun.
With rushing? cooking? wrapping? - No!
I'm glad Christmas is all done!