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Christmas mean’t that Dad went to the attic A Dusty box of decor he brought down Ancient silver papered chocolate snowmen And lantern lights, an angel, and a clown
Its Christmas Eve And I can hardly breeve I been on the job all night Delivering presents big and small Around the skies all white
Once I was proud I stood out in the crowd With my great crimson comb And my feathers of black
The Christmas Tree looked happy This morning growing in the snow Then some bloke came over Pulled me up and hurt me so
How many of you, remember the fireside A place to toast the bread, and chestnuts too Warm your cold legs up a bit, and warm your hands And do what all good families liked to do
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
