Christmas spirit,
No matter what
you might think
Doesn’t
come in a bottle
It isn’t a
drink
It cannot
be supped
But can be consumed
But its
presence
Cannot be
presumed
It must be
cherished
Where it is
found
Respectfully
nurtured
And then
spread around
For those born on Christmas day
They miss out, which is a shame
But to rub salt into the wound
Give them a Christmas name
My Christmas wish for you,
My friend
is a simple one
Have a
happy time in the cold
I’m jetting
off to the sun
We listen at 3pm on Christmas day
To hear
what the Queen has to say
While for
those of a Republican bent
Christmas is all about traditions
But they
evolve across the years
Some fall
from favour all together
Then new
ones seem to appear
This is
certainly the case
Of one of
the more recent traditions
To the
familiar Christmas fare
The TV
soaps festive additions
This is
when the tired old plot line
That’s
simmered away since June
Suddenly explodes
in your face
And not a
moment too soon
Oh, how a quiet magic descends
Upon the streets on Christmas day
As it’s the one day of the year
The shops
are closed all day
Christmas day for the poor,
Hold very
little surprise
For them
it’s just another day
In a
sparkling disguise
