Christmas Poem 


Time to brush the dust off my Christmas poem – three years old now! 
Christmas in the UK
It’s mild, wet and windy

No snow on the ground 

The kids are running riot

And the Christmas tree’s turned brown 

The Silver Band are tipsy 

As they play carols on the street

No one wants breakfast

They’re all full of sweets! 

Turkey in the oven

But I’m having nut roast

I need special gravy

Such a pain for the host

Presents are opened and everyone’s full

Time to relax now and and watch Dr Who

 Children in bed now, the clocks ticks past two 

Another Christmas is over, another Christmas is through. 



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s