the stockings were hung
then unstrung
the gifts wrapped
then opened and scrapped
eyes open wide, at gifts given with pride
forgive us dear lord for the little white lies
I adore it, no it won't leave my side
*Where can we find a place for,
this monstrosity to hide*
The church bells were rung
the carols sung,
All the while thing of the traveling miles
for the holiday away in the summer sun
Dinner was baked bbqed and burped
Wine was drunk, now Uncle Albert
is dancing, just shy of naked
drunk as a skunk, Aunt Em in the throes
of the holiday funk....has declared her new teeth
have been sunk into the trilfle....of which she is
elbows in, having a rifle, through
Dad's mid nap, and we are counting down the seconds
between each snore, Mum still asking any one for any more pav
And Malcom has dissapeared to the lav
and this is the Christmas, that we have had,
and tho it sounds dorky....I am a wee bit glad....
Tommorow we box ourselves in the car
travelling, travelling o so far
and back to the bickering, backstabbing and fights
but we practise peace to all men at Christmas
as is our right....
but with da and his snoring,
we have no chance of a silent night.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
the stockings were hung
then unstrung
the gifts wrapped
then opened and scrapped
eyes open wide, at gifts given with pride
forgive us dear lord for the little white lies
I adore it, no it won't leave my side
*Where can we find a place for,
this monstrosity to hide*
The church bells were rung
the carols sung,
All the while thing of the traveling miles
for the holiday away in the summer sun
Dinner was baked bbqed and burped
Wine was drunk, now Uncle Albert
is dancing, just shy of naked
drunk as a skunk, Aunt Em in the throes
of the holiday funk....has declared her new teeth
have been sunk into the trilfle....of which she is
elbows in, having a rifle, through
Dad's mid nap, and we are counting down the seconds
between each snore, Mum still asking any one for any more pav
And Malcom has dissapeared to the lav
and this is the Christmas, that we have had,
and tho it sounds dorky....I am a wee bit glad....
Tommorow we box ourselves in the car
travelling, travelling o so far
and back to the bickering, backstabbing and fights
but we practise peace to all men at Christmas
as is our right....
but with da and his snoring,
we have no chance of a silent night.
bit of fun for Christmas......an amalgam of many Christmas's and family "doos"
and it was granpa who snored"like a wounded bull" not dad....lol
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