Christmas is a happy time,
With family, presents and food,
Goodwill we wish to all men,
And toasting the common good.
The family gather round the table,
Mum's laid on a fabulous feast,
Perhaps she has overdone it a bit,
There's enough for five thousand at least.
This year is a little different,
From every Christmas of yore,
Only four sit round the table,
And not the five we had before.
Love has reared its pretty head,
And captured one son's heart,
So together they will be,
As their own Christmases they start.
So raise a glass to absent friends,
Grab your tablet and start to type,
We may not all be together,
But at least we have got Skype!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem