Thank you - and silly poem

One of our nephews and his partner always send us a thank you card after Christmas and birthdays.  Their children are growing up fast!

Now for the silly poem.  It is anonymous, isn’t copyright and this one appeared in a church magazine.  A couple from our previous church always include quirky cuttings with their cards and this was one of the things they sent this year.  It is rather exaggerated, and I hope everyone has finished eating their turkeys by now (if you had a turkey!)

On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me
I’ve bought a big fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas much laughter could be heard
As we tucked into our turkey - a most delicious bird.

On the third day of Christmas people came from just next door,
The turkey tasted just as good as it had done before.

On the fourth day of Christmas came relations young and old
We finished up the Christmas pud and had the turkey cold.

On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes scurried
But we were nice and warm inside and had the turkey curried.

On the sixth day of Christmas, the Christmas spirit died,
The children fought and bickered - we had turkey rissoles fried.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince
When he sat down at the table - and was offered turkey mince.

On the eighth day of Christmas, the dog had run for shelter,
For he’d seen our turkey pancakes and the glass of alka-seltzer

On the ninth day of Christmas, by lunchtime Dad was blotto,
He knew that bird was back again, this time as a risotto,

On the tenth day of Christmas we were drinking home-made brew,
Anything to help us face that steaming turkey stew.

On the eleventh day of Christmas our lovely tree was moulting,
And with chilli, soy and oyster sauce, the turkey was revolting.

On the twelfth day of Christmas we had smiles upon our lips,
The guests had gone, the turkey too -
We dined on fish and chips!
                                                      (Anonymous)