I have packed away Christmas, no more jingle bells

I have wrapped the nativity and the twirling carousels

I have re-read the cards and stored them away

I have neatly boxed baubles till next Christmas day

and as I am working my minds in a whirl

I recall Christmas times when I was a girl

with sugary mice and an orange and nuts

midnight mass to attend, with no ifs or buts

nightly big snow falls and slippery ice

Father Christmas deciding who is naughty or nice

Hot Christmas lunches and cash in the pud

Gifts round the tree, Christmas was good

and now as I pack one more Christmas away

with no snow or ice in a land far away

and cold Christmas lunches with a pud of ice cream

Loud Christmas lunches with excitement and screams

In years to come as my grandies recall

they’ll remember the times when they were small

different times, different country, but in essence the same

Tradition and family is the name of the game