CELIA'S POEMS

No 252    November 24

Over the last few months,

I’ve sent a poem each day,

I’m grateful for you reading them,

Seeing what I’ve got to say.

I’ve tried to keep it topical,

And to give you positivity,

And sometimes I have managed,

To put in some hilarity.

This year Christmas won’t be the same,

Of that we are quite sure,

But somewhere on the horizon,

They may have found a cure.

This year when you go shopping,

No need to clear the shelves,

Mince pies and carrots you won’t need,

For Santa and his elves.

It’s really only two days,

But we shop like we’re at war,

We stuff ourselves to capacity,

Like we never ate before.

We buy in tons of biscuits,

Chocolates and nuts with shells,

It’s just if somebody wants them,

But we’ve to eat them all ourselves.

You make a wonderful dinner,

And games for after you did keep,

But when you want to play them,

Everybody’s gone to sleep.

So this year will be different,

Let’s not go off the rails,

We’ll all think this Christmas was the best,

When we jump upon the scales.