“Merry Christmas
And
goodwill to all men”
Does that
irritate you?
I’m not
alone then
The men
have done nothing,
Remember
Since the
final BBQ
Back in
September
It’s the
mums
Who spend
the whole of December
With
everything to do
And
everything to remember
While they
sit
TV remote
in hand drinking beer
Whereas the
mums well deserved
Christmas
cheer
Why can’t
we sit down?
On our
overworked bums
“Merry
Christmas
And
goodwill to all mums”
A top the tree of evergreen
See the
star of Christmas sit
While
scattered on its boughs
The
coloured lights are lit
On the
branches baubles hang
Glorious globes
of glass delight
Candy canes
and little gifts
And silver
tinsel twinkling bright
And below
the tree of evergreen
Adorned in festive dress
Sits the pile
of Christmas gifts
Awaited
with eagerness
On Christmas morning
While treetops
still glisten
If you stop
opening presents
And take a
moment to listen
You will
hear a sound
Unmistakable,
clear, and true
The sound
of Love
Will be in
the room with you
Put aside your sadness
Lose
yourself in the madness
That is Christmas,
Come spend
it with us
Come and
you will see
That with
cherished company
The season
will be a little brighter
And the
weight on your heart a little lighter
Let’s raise a glass to Mum
And I speak
for us all when I say
You have triumphed
once again
In your
quiet efficient way
You have
managed to conjure up
Another
perfect Christmas day
Mary had a little rash
So, she
can’t do it anymore
But she
said its ok for us
To use her
back door
