Snow dumped, outside in the street,
It is time to get ready for a treat,
Where are your premonitions?
All ready are the decorations!
Keep your home, tidy and neat
Santa’s gonna get you a gift and a sweet!
Whatever mum makes – pies or waffle
Remember, it is not going to be a trifle.
The children around, the way they waggle,
A day before, you can see them jabber.
Christmas is an ecstasy,
Bask in this opportunity.
There is not a way anyone can get ill-fated,
And this poem’s a way Christmas is promulgated