Our Christmas Angel Old Christmas memories come calling When snow did lie all around Snow angels, snowmen, the days delight Children laughing, presents wrapped Warm mince pies waiting Custard stirring in time with Grandads snoring Mum flapping while dad sharpens the turkey knife Big brother calling, time to come in to help lay the table Three of us rush the door together Managing to squeeze through Like the pop of a champagne cork flying across the room We land in a giggling pile of legs and arms Mother calling, she need help! I know this isn’t true, she likes to give us something to do To feel a part of our Christmas cheer God bless, Mum… she’s our Christmas angel… ©AnitaDawes2020
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