Jack 79

21 Dec 2023

 

This is grandad’s poem for Lillie’s first Christmas day

Thoughts and words I need to share and convey

 

Lillie won’t remember anything that she see’s or is told

It’s not her fault coz she’s only 8 weeks old

 

Different for Alfie and Archie, making memories for the boys

Unwrapping their presents of clothes, games and toys

 

Some gifts requested expected and some a surprise

You can tell which is which by the look in their eyes

 

Some presents change shape in an attempt to disguise

Attempting to confuse and add mystery to the surprise

 

Anticipation in finding what’s in the box

When it’s my turn, I know it won’t be socks

 

Then it’s time for dinner, festive food piled up high

We battle through, reach the end and let out a sigh

 

With heavy eyes and over full belly

We sit down pretending to watch Christmas telly

 

I don’t care what anyone thinks

If I feel like it, I’ll grab 40 winks

 

As excitement subsides, normal routine is unfurled

And everyone returns to the devices of their online world

 

Christmas day is special, in it’s own way

But I have to admit, I prefer Boxing day

 

 

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