A Christmas Poem:

The mad drive to the shops Cars driving bumper to bumper Pulling out all the stops Driver in front brakes, I bump her. Finding a place to park Stress level high, I'm feeling whacked Shops are bare, rather stark Nevertheless, the shops are packed. One toy would you believe The only thing I have to get And it is Christmas Eve And I said I wouldn't forget. Now it's Christmas morning, The turkey is in the oven But we are all yawning, Wife's Mother here, from her coven. Kids now open their toys With a puzzled look from the cat Bursts of tears from the boys Shouts and cry's; 'I didn't want that'. Christmas now soon to end, Everything getting all too dear, No more money to spend, Just to wish you A Happy New Year.