Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Crackerless. This is NOT a poem

Not a nut in the house...
Nor length of silver tinsel
No plastic robins with wonky legs or porky cherubs nailed to the door
No angels:(
Nor wildly happy reindeers jumping over chimneys

Not a glimpse of Father Christmas with a fat sack by the fire
No carol c.d's no Cliff or any similar nightmare
No flicking lights burning the plastic tree
No tree:(
No signs outside. Santa Stop Here! No Santa
Not a whisper of mince pies
Nor bottle of Port on the side alongside the squashy tangerines
Not even a bottle of boring ginger beer
No drink

Not a sight of killer marzipan or sultanas steeping in brandy
No cake frills
No cake
No beef a-frosting in the freezer
No cranberry jelly or pickled pears or my signature Salmon Puffs
No wine
No time:(

No wrapping paper or cards
No stamps in a book
No blasted turkey
Not even some foil to wrap the blasted bird
No crackers:(

But today I felt a tingle when I looked upon the calendar...
:)

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