...and a Very Merry Christmas!

Writers' Pantry #51

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Christmas is near,

and so full of cheer,

the kind that gives me courage (wink wink).

So hand me a beer,

I’ll toast the New Year,

and hold up your glass (clink clink).

 

The rellies are here,

and I’ll make it quite clear,

some are more favored than others.

They come far and near,

to yak in my ear,

all of the cousins and mothers.

 

My mum’s a cashier,

a perfect career,

for a woman who loves cold cash.

Her expression’s austere

as you enter her sphere,

(Say nothing about her mustache!)

 

We all persevere

with the odd atmosphere

when my father enters the room.

A famed gondolier,

who reads Edward Lear,

and is saving to buy him a tomb. 

 

Auntie Nora’s a dear,

although gaga I fear,

as she stares at herself in her spoon.

She wipes back a tear,

and asks “Did you hear?”

“I’m learning to play the bassoon!”

 

Her husband’s a peer

of middle range tier.

(To tell you the truth, he’s a bore.)

 He hunts after deer   

in the silliest gear

with his chocolate Labrador.

 

But, he looks so sincere

that none of us jeer

as he sets off on foot in the morning.

With a compass to steer

he’ll  never appear

until the foghorn sounds warning.

 

Now, before you dare sneer,

and judge us severe,

I remind you that these are my kin.

I sound cavalier,

but that’s all a veneer,

having them here makes me grin.

(Although, that might be the beer talking.)

 

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