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Christmas Dream

In bed were young Wally all tucked up and snug
with only a few hours to go,
He started a dreaming in his blissful sleep
and outside it started to snow.

His dreams were of gifts and games and toys
a truck whose doors opens and shuts,
A stocking so full and bulging with stuff
two tangerines and a net bag of nuts.

A tree that were lit up with twinkling lights
chocolate money and bright shiny things
All round it were boxes for each and for all
tied up with ribbons and strings.

All't family were there in such a good mood
the cousins and uncle and aunts
And grandad were telling of when he were a lad
while he warmed the seat of his pants.

The dinner were grand mam'd done herself proud
there were turkey and roasters and veg
And then some plum duff with custard on top
and mince pies with a queer crinckly edge.

Then after a snooze and a sherry or two
though we only had lemonade
We all watched the Queen a giving her speech
then the anthem on Horse Guards Parade.

Young Wally he woke with a jump and a start
and through't windows could see all the snow
On't panes such a pattern of frost there were etched
where Jack Frost had created his show.

At last the great day had come, it were here
and Santa had been in the night
Young Wally were ripping and opening his stuff
and all't family were up, what a sight.

All the toys and the games, all the grub and the sweets
all the folk that he new and held dear
No thought for the time of long long ago
that began the season of good cheer.

To be born in a barn and bed down in a trough
that don't seem a very good start
But its two thousand years and still going strong
now thats the peculiar part.

It's all very well to get all of these gifts
the carols in snowy white scenes
The food and all the good cheer that abounds
but no thought for what it all means.

It's the giving that counts, and the love it entails
not the getting or taking without thought
Though some couldn't care so long as they get
to them it's just some't thats bought.

There's much to be said for enjoying yourself
indulging till your fit to burst
But there's folk whose food has been scarce on this day
and others whose dying of thirst.

So rejoice for the time when the new King was born
Christmas they calls it by name
Then do a good turn and settle to't fun
because Christ will be doing the same.

©1999 Mike Rhodes


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