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| Yes, It's Christmas Once Again | |
| By Josie | ||||||||
| 20 December 2006 | ||||||||
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Been there, done that and trying to change! I remember the Christmases of the war years. A day off work, if you were lucky. A few nuts and an orange in your sock, and a home made toy or book. Off to church to the Christmas services - - end of story! If you had a chicken, you were lucky. But we were all very happy with the simplicity of it all. There’s another Christmas on its way – I’m losing count of which - By then my money will all be spent I never will be rich. Till then I'll bustle on my way - I've pies and cakes to bake, I'll send the cards and wrap the gifts and decorate the cake. I'll clean the house and buy the food, I'll push and shove in shops, The tree is bought, the lights come out, The work - it never stops. Candles are lit and carols sung There's Christmas music played, The children get excited and My nerves are quickly frayed. Queues in shops just grow and grow. There's nowhere left to park, The cold wind blows, rain comes down, The days are short and dark Let's go to church and celebrate, The coming of our King - Let's sing and pray and stop to think Of the many wondrous things. So, stuff the bird and peel the sprouts and make the brandy sauce, Hand out presents, wash the plates, With not much time to pause. The tele's going loud and clear, And drinks are passed around, Games come out, chocolate's scoffed, Snoring starts to sound. "Sit you down, and raise your glass - Let's drink a toast to Mum. You do deserve a well-earned rest Come join us in the fun." But when the day is over and The family’s been well-fed, The tele's off, the lights go out, I'll wend my way to bed. I'll sink into my bed, so tired - Another Christmas gone, There's only 12 months left to go Before another one. copyright 2006 www.whiteheadm.co.uk
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