Boxing Day

Christmas day now over, The turkeys now all dead. While the bloated celebrators Sleep their gorging off in bed. No matter what it cost them. (Though it cost the turkeys more), They’d enjoyed the Christmas spirit They’d invited through their door. With plastic in their wallets To finance their spending spree, They ensured that all they’d purchased Was on show for all to see. They let family, friends and colleagues Know what Christmas really means, That by spending, spending, spending You can purchase all your dreams. Alas for all tomorrows They may have to scrimp and save, While the lucky Christmas turkeys All lie peaceful in their graves! Ivor G Davies