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The tree lights are flickering
The holly lies still
Young kids are excited
Like field mice in a mill
The manger keeps vigil
Wrapping paper is torn
But it won’t be the same
On this festive morn.
The turkey is roasting
The stuffing’s all done
Prawn cocktails are chillin’
Before all the fun
The family get ready
In their own special way
But it won’t be the same
On this festive day.
Relations come calling
With presents and bows
There are handshakes and kisses
As the good wishes flow
There are in-laws and aunties
Some as high as a kite
But it won’t be the same
On this festive night.
They sit down to dinner
Crackers are pulled
Mince pies are reheated
As bellies cry full
Darkness is falling
Time to wake Nanny May
But it won’t be the same
On this festive day.
Glasses are tinkling
They toast missing friends
It won’t be too long
Til they’re back once again
Christmas carols are playing
Scented candles burn bright
But it won’t be the same
On this festive night.
(A poem by John Kelly from his recent book - No, no ... they’re good poems, they’re not great poems!)
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