The Yuletide tree is here and
The presents have been bought
The greetings cards are written
Yet I’m starting to get fraught
No turkey in the supermarket
No stuffing that I like
I’m not a last minute kind of girl
But I’m looking a sorry sight
The mince pies all have candied peel
That’s no good for me
So I have to find the time
To make my own, for my festive tea
The tree is looking bare
Will I have the time to decorate?
There’s presents yet to wrap
And I’m starting to deteriorate!
The joys of Christmastime
Have long since passed me by
And now I’m old and crabby
I’d rather curl up and die!
My misgivings are soon melted
Just like the season’s snow
When my boy reminds me of meaning
That you reap just what you sow
And although he no longer believes
In Santa Claus and such things
There’s hope written on his face
And that’s the joy Christmas brings
Ange Chan ©2015
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