It really makes my heart glad
To know that you are here.
As we open our Christmas presents,
Round the Christmas tree each year.
The fun and the laughter,
The smiles so broad,
As we chat of Christmases recalled.
The ice upon the window panes,
The draughty old front door.
Building snowmen after breakfast,
Bringing snow into the hall.
Freezing red cold faces,
As we got warm by the fire.
Toasting our arms and legs,
They were really Christmases to admire.
Do you remember that old bike I had?
And you a dolly's pram.
We never had turkey that year,
We had to make do with ham.
There was mother with a glass of sherry,
With tinsel round her head,
Father snoring in the armchair,
Mother said he did that in bed.
It was so funny, we laughed
And then we cried.
They were tears of happiness,
As we watched from the window,
The snowflakes fall outside.
There there was scrooge in black and white,
Upon our tiny tele.
We were stuffing mince pies so much,
We both had a big fat belly.
Now I think of it, we had so much fun,
We laughed so much we were so full.
Mother said we would explode.
I think that year we had so much fun,
We had the best Christmas in our road.
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