Christmas is my time of year I can get drunk on the scents of clementine and clove I like to sing along with Bing & Bowie, Wizzard & Wham dance around the tree tryIng not to trip over well-wrapped gifts and tins of roses I get hypnotised by the shimmering of baubles against twinkling lights and tinsel every year I sit and lose myself in the magic of the snowman like it’s my first time seeing it.
Get me round the table on Christmas day pulling crackers with prizes I never win a toast and then a race for the pigs in blankets and last roast potato smiles of happiness, wine and champagne from all the faces, leaves the best taste.
Does it really matter to you, if the odd day, my breakfast is Bucks Fizz, coco pops and orange matchmakers and afternoon hot chocolates sometimes have Bailey’s in, sometimes not? We celebrate in our own ways.
I’ve always enjoyed Christmas ever since I watched letters with burnt edges float up the chimney as a child when Dudley Moore was a runaway elf and presents spilled from tree to settee and the whole family was happy and together.
Christmas is my time of year let’s celebrate together all in our own ways.