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There’s another Christmas on its way –
      I’m losing count of which.
My money then will all be spent. 
      I never will be rich.

 

Before that date I’ve lots to do: 
    I’ve pies and cakes to bake.
I’ll send the cards, then wrap the gifts
    And decorate the cake.

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I’ll clean the house, then buy the food
    And push and shove in shops.
I’ve a tree to buy and fairy lights.  
    The work, it never stops!

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Candles are lit, some carols sung
    And Christmas music played.
The children get excited

     And my nerves are quickly frayed.

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Queues in shops just grow and grow;
    There's nowhere left to park;
And cold winds blow, the rain comes down
     And days are short and dark.

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So, let's go to church and celebrate
     The coming of our King.
Let’s sing and pray and stop to think 
    Of many a wondrous thing.

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Now stuff the turkey, peel the sprouts 
     And make the brandy sauce.
Hand out gifts and wash the plates 
     With not much time to pause.

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The television’s loud and clear 
     And drinks are passed around.
Games are played, the chocolate scoffed
     And snoring starts to sound.

 

'Now sit you down and raise your glass. 
       Let's drink a toast to Mum.
You do deserve a well-earned rest. 
      Come join us in the fun.'

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Well Christmas day is over now.  
       My family were well-fed.
With the telly off and lights all out,
      I’ll wend my way to bed.

 

I think, as I seek peace at last: 
      'Another Christmas gone!'
I tell myself there are 12 months
      Before another one!

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