Christmas.It’s all about the children, toys and turkey tooGifts from aunts and uncles, money from Auntie SueBrussel sprouts and sweet mulled wine and tinsel all aroundThough when I said money from Auntie Sue, she only gave a pound.This morning, it’s stockings from Santa clauseHastily unwrapped without a pauseIt’s funny you know, but every year, he wraps them just like mumSatsumas nuts and chocolate vanish into my tum.We’re always ready for breakfast, we’ve been up since half past threeSo it’s bacon and egg with dripping fried bread gobbled down with glee.Christmas lunch at half past one, although we’ve already eaten a tonOf quality Street and Heroes and a selection box, I wonIn competition with my father, who let me win ‘cause I’m his son.At three o’clock, the box goes on, it won’t be the Queen this yearIt’s the new King Charles on his maiden run, spreading the Christmas cheerThe King you say, a new one, just like in the days of oldThe story about the new King, shouldn’t that also be told?The story of Jesus the saviour, who came to save us allBorn of the Virgin Mary in a lowly cattle stallYou see, it’s not just about children and the presents that Santa bringsIt’s all about the one child, for whom a host of angels singsIt’s glory to God in the highest, all hail the king of KingsGlory to God and peace on earth is the gift that the saviour brings.
