Poem on Friday ~ I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas

Oh dear Christmas is soon upon us and I wrote this one a few year back:

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas.
Not like the ones I used to know:
Where empty shelves do glisten
And children listen
To hear stories in the snow.

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas
With every chicken I do sell
May our souls learn happiness and light
And forget about going shopping and our pride.

(Sorry Mr Crosby….)

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