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TAKE A SIPSip Wine with me Let our glasses overflow The season to be merry Is stood in the shadow Soon Caroller's will sing And tinsel will be strewn And even a smile From the man on the moon Times When we return To our childhood Grasping the memories Clutching onto them tight Families ensconced in their values Traditional treats bear wonderful sight Garlands of holly and red berries Festoon halls all over the world Pine trees clothed in baubles and snow Mistletoe with leaves unfurled Excited glow on children's faces As each Advent day on the calendar they mark Christmas Eve draws nearer and nearer As Santa rolls in from the dark A mince pie they left on a plate for him and A dram of whisky to warm up his night All those sacks of presents he unpacks Then off again on his home bound flight Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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