Tuesday Poem - 'tis the season!

'tis the season to run ragged
Fa la la la la, la la la la

Deck the halls at quarter past midnight
Fa la la la la, la la la la

Wrapping presents half asleep
Fa la la, la la la, la la la

Eating only mince pies
Fa la la la la, la la la la

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Why fore art tho so troublesome?
Your pine needles keep shedding
And ornaments keep falling off

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Why didn't I get a fake one?
The pine smell is over strong
And I'm still hoovering up needles

You may look nice all covered in snow
But you don't have the same indoor glow
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
I think I might be allergic

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We wish you a Merry Christmas
We hope you don't come visit
We don't have enough turkey
And we'll see you next year

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Silent night, holy night
All is calm, til the baby cries
Then we're all up at 2 in the morn
Tired and cold and all forlorn
Sleep is a distant memory
And a lie in a miracle unknown

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.