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●^●                                                                                                                         Mistletoe with berries red, chestnuts roasting, kids in bed.                             Glass of eggnog,cheeky kiss, how I live for times like this!                                Wrapping done, and stockings filled, brandy warmed                         and champagne chilled. Baking done, put up our                 feet, and sip the drips from lips so sweet x        Turkey thawed, ready to roast. Cards       all sent by last nights post. Treats left out for old St Nick, but maybe add a carrot, quick! Snowman built, and robins fed. So now hush my love, it's time for bed. Midnight bells, and wicked grin, as one last glass of port and gin.    Maybe, dear, before they rise         you could unwrap just one surprise?                        If you can't find it 'neath the tree, then maybe,                                   baby, your gift's ME! So Merry Christmas, all                                                  my friends, as with a bang                                                    this poem now                                                      ends                                                      x
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
Pulling A ******* (reworked for DE)
●^●                                                                                                                         Mistletoe with berries red, chestnuts roasting, kids in bed.                             Glass of eggnog,cheeky kiss, how I live for times like this!                                Wrapping done, and stockings filled, brandy warmed                         and champagne chilled. Baking done, put up our                 feet, and sip the drips from lips so sweet x        Turkey thawed, ready to roast. Cards       all sent by last nights post. Treats left out for old St Nick, but maybe add a carrot, quick! Snowman built, and robins fed. So now hush my love, it's time for bed. Midnight bells, and wicked grin, as one last glass of port and gin.    Maybe, dear, before they rise         you could unwrap just one surprise?                        If you can't find it 'neath the tree, then maybe,                                   baby, your gift's ME! So Merry Christmas, all                                                  my friends, as with a bang                                                    this poem now                                                      ends                                                      x
To Mr D.Embers, for the mantlepiece of you & yours *** Merry Christmas, dear friend :) may all your wishes come true x I thought your poem would look good this way, I hope you like it ..
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
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