Royal Christmas - Poem by Nick Hilton
Will they labour for the turkey to be cooked on time?
Will they decorate the tree themselves for the little ones?
Will they overcook the pigs in blankets and eat them burned?
Will they pull the crackers tell the jokes and wear the hats?
Will they find twenty pence in the pudding and be pleased?
Will they give gifts they bought themselves on their day off?
Will they wrap theese gifts with paper with pictures of holly?
Will they still love their family on christmas day?
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