And the goose is where it’s @, can’t wait to see it sitting there, all juicy round and fat.
Laid out on a table with my family sitting round, all of them won’t be there as they often run aground.
It should be cold and snowy as we hit this time of year, come rain or shine it’s Heaven sent – the Love this time of year.
And when the snow is falling and you snuggle up in bed, please spare a thought this Christmas for the fallen who aren’t dead.
They huddle in their boxes tents and sleeping bags, where the only sense of fulfillment is to drink and smoke on fags.
It might have been any, any one of us right here – where this life we lead so lively might have brought us so much fear.
Christmas must be peace where we share and give away and help those living fallen who we see from day too day.
“Oh bollocks no not me I’ve got a family to see first! I’ll go and give some whiskey which will nicely quench their thirst!”
A shot it would be nice to pass around for all, it’d warm your cockles nicely and maybe make you fall.
Where ever you are laying, this year on Christmas Day, remember our Lord Jesus where all he had was hay.
Time is ticking quickly and the goose is nearly done – I wish you a Happy Christmas, with lots of time for fun!
written by R.J.Walker
