Mulled Wine brewing, Chestnuts Roasting
Children laughing, adults boasting
Paper everywhere, furniture askew
Cards from friends both old and new
Sprouts bubbling, turkey cooking
Fire burning, Great Aunts supping
Mulled wine empty, kids a bawling
I love Christmas, what a morning
Turkey burnt, and sprouts all soft
All the new pressies up in the loft
Saviours day songs and the queens speech
Put the sherry out of Great Aunts reach
Dog chewing pudding, broken toys
Nieces and nephews doing their best to annoy
Hankies too many and jumpers galore
You know they’re going straight back to the store
Food all eaten, the sinks piled high
Every guest disappears from sight
To guzzle the port you forgot to hide
And Great Aunt Gertie’s throwing up outside
Trip to the hospital, three hours to wait
You might get to put your feet up sometime today
Get back home, the children are ill
Curse the mega choccy box from Great Uncle Bill
Children in bed, guests finally all gone
“Good meal love, get the kettle on”
Sink on the couch with a cup of tea
Fall to sleep there and burn your knee
Still paper everywhere, furniture just as askew
Next year I’m turning atheist, sod the lot of you! !
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