The Grand Christmas Poem
The decorations go up a week after Thanksgiving,
Now's the time for merry living,
Gifts under the Christmas tree,
Carols sang in harmony,
Fruit cakes being thrown away,
Should guarantee a happy day,
The meal is in the oven now,
Mom says it's sure to bring a wow,
Now it's on the table ready to eat,
The meal has vegetables and meat,
CHICKEN POT PIE! A classic favorite,
Flaky crusts with meat that's savory,
Makes my mouth water at the smell,
It will taste good, I can tell.
After dinner we go to bed,
and leave safe wishes for Santa,
and when we wake in early morn,
only cookie crumbs adorn,
the plate that had been piled with treats,
and for the reindeer a bowl of beets,
I can't believe what I see,
underneath the Christmas tree,
PILES OF PRESENTS! ALL FOR ME!
And there's a stack for Ashleigh too,
So no one will be leaving blue.
I think we all can soundly say,
That Christmas is our favorite day.
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