There is something about mince pies:
They’re actually all in disguise!
With a cloak and a hat,
They whisper and chat:
Their real name: mince spies
There is something about mince pies:
They’re actually all in disguise!
With a cloak and a hat,
They whisper and chat:
Their real name: mince spies
A reindeer who’d never been kissed,
Said, “Mistletoe’s not to be missed!”
He puckered with glee,
At Mrs. Claus, you see
Now he’s been crossed off the list…
The commercialisation of Christmas,
Brings chaos to every business
For it’s not about joy,
But the sale of each toy
And the adversiting is quite relentless.
Whilst wrapping the gifts by the tree,
I got tangled in tape (woe is me!),
Though corners aren’t neat,
Each parcel’s a treat,
As it’s all wrapped with love, you see!
The wreath faces the wind and rain,
Yet beauty endures through the strain.
Its evergreen hue,
Says, “Hope’s ever true,”
Still steadfast through snow’s white domain.
The lights are a tangle on the floor,
I’ve untwisted them a hundred times or more.
They blink, then they die,
and I heave a deep sigh:
“I’ll just have to buy some more.”
I wonder what’s behind door five?
The magic of mornings revive:
A truffle? A toy?
Some small spark of joy?
It’s chocolate again: my waist won’t survive!
It’s the most wonderful time of the year,
With merriment and good cheer.
The tree’s looking grand,
With baubles well-planned,
And hope warms the dark of the year.
You’ve heard of Elf on the Shelf?
Personally, I haven’t myself.
Reminders to be good:
They’re misunderstood!
I’m not compelled by a toy elf!
The tree lights twinkle through the gloom,
A promise that joy will resume.
Though long is the night,
There glows still a light,
That whispers of hope to the room.