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The Night Before ChristmasThe night before Christmas I do recur Was a pretty messy blur Christmas Eve with the family? Well, no, not if you're me Down the pub I will go Armed with cash and mistletoe “Evening sweetheart, kiss me here” Just mind those boobs against my beer Credit crunch Christmas will cost me dear But I'll behave next year, always next year The air outside is chilled But the pub inside is filled Filled with girls and boys All expecting Christmas joys Although too old now for a train set I know what I'll get When Christmas comes tomorrow And I peep outside me window Disappointed that there's no snow With only a hangover to show Woken up by Maurice my little puss Remembering the night before Christmas! ~~~ Well another year draws to a end here at poetrypoem, and let me wish you all a very Christmas, if you live or lived in London i'd buy you all a beer or 10, and get right on one!! merry Christmas, love Matt xxx ~~~ Vote for this poem
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