Santa's Glorious Mess At Christmas. - Poem by Anthony Fry
Our most glorious mess, excitedly tearing Christmas wrap.
Is that beautiful mess, created on your own living room floor.
Don't ever clean it up too quickly, just let it probe some more.
Making sure those dreams live on, applied hints for eternity.
Enjoyment pursued at home, on an excellent Christmas night.
Secure and surrounded by love, blessed with your young family.
Happiness should be great fun, eating, drinking, and be merry.
Sitting round a fire roasting chestnuts, those masterful images.
Outside snow is silent while falling, a white silver smooth carpet.
Transforming the back yard, into a celestial wonderland delight.
The sparkling hanging stars, flashing on our large Christmas tree.
Santa's been and gone, left golden memory's of heavenly treats.
A golden brother and sister, companions everlastingly giggling.
Happy eyes shining bright, discarding those empty stockings.
Jolly music in loud harmony, lots of balloons merrily popping.
Future pleasure taking shape, a grand solid friendship created.
Mummy is sound asleep, her head resting softly on daddy's chest.
My daughter laying beside me, her brother angelic blessed in rest.
I gaze round the sitting room, and I cherish those wonderful sights.
How precious you must never forget, please just tell us you love us.
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