If the truth
were to be
told
Christmas dinner
was cold
Yet my salmon
was fried
And was hot
when it
arrived

Air-fried
roasties
Carrots
and sprouts
Port cranberry
sauce
Blue plastic
knives
and forks

No Knife
to cut
the turkey
and ham
Looked like
we were
in a bit
of a jam

pulled from
my pocket
a fold up
heirloom
shaped like
a gun
no it wasn't
a spoon

Five inches
of Blade
suddenly
displayed
Wide-eyed
& open mouth
The Travellers
eyes
surveyed

broke
the silence
when I
made a joke
From then on
lots of giggling
yule tidings
& hope

The puppy
was home
And on
the mend
A wonderful
present
for Jesus
to send

Sensed our
Savior looking
upon us
with a smile
on His face
Watching His
children come
together
As the human
race.



29/12/23 ©