Nick Hilton

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Christmas On Europa - Poem by Nick Hilton

It is snowy,
Well icy to be technical,
The only other planet,
In our galaxy,
We know of,
But there are no reindeer,
Or elves (nor are there on earth-says the voice of the cynic) ,
No Santa Claus to believe in,
No Rudolph, Dasher, Prancer,
And all the other obscure ones,
There are no mince pies,
Or mulled wine,
Or overdone pigs in blankets,
No brandy covered christmas puddings,
Or brandy covered aunts and uncles,
It must be tough,
To spent christmas on Europa,
Damn boring aswell,
As theres noone else on the god forsaken,
Planet or within a trillion miles,
And you'd probably die within seconds,
That'd be a really crap,
Christmas present.


Comments about Christmas On Europa by Nick Hilton

  • Martin O'NeillMartin O'Neill (2/16/2012 4:08:00 PM)

    I love the dry observational humour of this. The only Christmas poem I ever wrote was a rather more sombre affair dealing with war. I actually rather enjoyed this. Thank you. (Report)Reply

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  • Seán O' Muiriosa (12/20/2005 4:05:00 PM)

    Really nice take on it. It made me laugh - especially 'No brandy covered christmas puddings, Or brandy covered aunts and uncles, ' I know where your coming from!
    Have a good Christmas! Seán
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2005



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