With buckets of baubles
And twinkling lights
Miles of tinsel
And stockings, NOT tights
The pulling of crackers
The telling of jokes
A feast for the masses
And visiting folks
The singing of carols
And presents galore
I hope its a good one
For the rich and the poor
Try to enjoy it,
It's not here to stay
Your credits exhausted,
And just for one day.
Your chestnuts are roasted
Your turkey is cooked
And just after dinner
You're totally......exhausted! ! !
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