A Christmas poem



Guess I’ve been naughty, not nice this year
that bloke with the beard failed to appear
I hoped for the best and hung up my stocking
woke up this morning, it’s empty, how shocking
We’re finally here, Christmas day
thankfully soon it’ll be out of the way
It’s almost time to lift my beer
and toast to the end of another shit year


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