Christmas Time is here again,
So let’s open the cards and bring out a pen.
When all the cards are completely sealed,
Remember to keep the presents concealed.
Then Christmas Eve arrives,
And the radio plays the winter jives.
People all hoping for a white Christmas day,
And all the little kids have their last day of play.
It’s early to bed in anticipation,
To wake up for the celebration.
All the kids are surrounded by presents,
And some of those bought by their parents.
Then the mid-day chime sounds,
And family grins from all around.
Turkey, sausages and Brussels sprouts,
And at the sight of those everyone pouts.
The at the end it’s Christmas pudding,
And several people toast with a gentle ching.
Then the crackers are pulled apart,
And party hats are on from the start.
For this is the Christmas cheer.
It only happens once each year.
Worst. Poem. Ever.
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