A SEASONAL POEM by Marion Twyman
Christmas is coming, Santa’s packing the sleigh.
The reindeer are getting restless, keen to be on their way.
The turkey and ham are on order, mince pies are in the tin,
The cake’s an object of wonder, no chance of staying thin!
The gifts are wrapped and labelled, cards all stamped and sent
The tree stands proud in the corner, though the fairy’s wand’s a bit bent.
The children are all excited, their stockings all ready to hang
And dad is beginning to wonder if he’s got enough beer for the gang.
Yes, everything’s ready for Christmas, and mother-in-law’s coming to stay
Well, you can’t have everything, can you?