On the first thread of Christmas
It was still mid June
Do you think this might be posting too soon?
On the second thread of Christmas
I feared I had to moan
I thought I might be on my own
On the third thread of Christmas
I felt a little cross
My DD says” Can she bring her horse?”
On the fourth thread of Christmas
I thought I’d better buy
At least a lovely ham and turkey pie
On the fifth thread of Christmas
We were a couple more
My sister and my brother in law
On the sixth thread of Christmas
I knew that I would need
A duvet and some extra sheets
On the seventh thread of Christmas
I went up to the loft
but the Christmas tree was eaten by moths
On the eighth thread of Christmas
Before getting ready to go out
I thought I’d better put on the sprouts
On the ninth thread of Christmas
The grocery order came
But it wasn’t the one I’d booked in my name
On the tenth thread of Christmas
I went to peel the spuds
But the whole lot turned out to be duds
On the eleventh thread of Christmas
My guests started to arrive
Were we really going to be TWENTY FIVE?
On the twelfth thread of Christmas
I went to get the booze
Packed it in a suitcase
And went off on a two week CRUISE.
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
