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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