Will Granny Be Coming? - Poem by Paul Hansford
Will Granny be coming for Christmas,
The same as she does every year?
- No, we won't be seeing her this time.
She's too ill to travel, my dear.
She'll stay in the hospice for Christmas.
They have crackers and things, just like us.
But, my darling, your Granny is dying,
And she'd hate us to make any fuss.
We'll still have the presents to open,
With paper all over the place,
And, even though everyone hates it,
I expect we'll play Chasing the Ace.
And we'll still have the turkey and pudding,
And the tree standing out in the hall.
- But if Granny's not coming for Christmas,
It won't seem like Christmas at all.
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