The trees are bare
The leaves have fell
The morns have frost
It’s cold as hell
The stove is warm
Inside is great
The electric’s on
Dog’s on the grate
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The festive days are here
The kids are of good cheer
Beer and wine’s in the fridge
Gramma’s comin’ o’er the bridge
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem