Christmas.
Grandad sits in his old brown chair,
With glitter and tinsel in his hair
Just keep him happy, give him more sherry,
Shame, the poor thing asked for perry,
He wont know the difference,
He,s had that many,
Too much Turkey and stuffing,
More christmas pud, if there is any
Kids open their presents,
With eyes open wide,
Cats running around.
Because its cold outside.
They leap up the tree,
so the whole thing falls over,on the floor,
Lights and decorations everywhere,
So run out the door
Some carol singers stand there,
shaking their tin.
But grandad is so drunk,
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His false teeth go in.
So we join in the singing, And pay them all well.
Each Christmas is the same, no doubt you can tell.
Yes it’s a comical situation… 
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