The table is set and the turkey's fine, 'taters, sprouts and a glass of cheap wine. Crackers, party hats, bad jokes and toys, plenty of fun for good girls and boys. Pass me the stuffing, cranberry sauce, Yorkshire puddin and gravy of course. Everyone's happily feeding their face, Noel's up the tower, his favorite place. Out with the pudding, “Some trifle, Old Bean?” “Yes please, but hurry, it's time for the Queen.” Then settle back down for it won't be long till the action starts, with a bit of James Bond. Dads in his corner stuffed and snoring, Bond's been turned down because Mum says it's boring. She's having a chat with dear Aunty Flo, calling the neighbours, just listen to them go. It comes once a year and we look forward to all the love, the laughter and a party or two. Some great traditions stand the test of time, "Hey up, kids, it's snowing!" We love Christmastime. * Written by Darren Scanlon, December 2013. Revised version 18th December 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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