Is Christmas really a great wonder?

CHRISTMAS IS UPON US ONCE MORE

Christmas is upon us once more
And I relish it with each little chore.
The search for gifts and the endless queues,
Seem at the time to give me the blues.
But when I get home, and with each parcel I tie,
I forget all the hassles in the blink of an eye.

Christmas is upon us once more,
And I hang a green wreath on the door.
Each caller is welcomed and given a drink
And a scrumptious mince pie, and then time to think:
To think about Christmas and whether on the day
To spend it at home, or to spend it away.

Christmas is upon us once more,
And Aunt Mary stands at the door.
She clearly is hoping for a peaceful few days,
As her beatific smile, greets my dubious gaze.
Will my children allow her the quietness she craves?
Oh, my fear tumbles o’er me in worrying waves.

Christmas is upon us once more,
And there is rubbish all over the floor.
A drum kit assembled and made ready to play,
Alarms poor Aunt Mary, who retires in dismay.
I frantically try to dampen the sound,
When all of a sudden, cross neighbours come round.

Christmas is upon us once more,
And Aunt Mary and new neighbours are sore,
We all try our best to clear up the mess,
And our offerings of sherry achieve some success.
But the children soon tire, and at the end of the day,
Neighbours and Aunt Mary, go happily away.

Christmas is over once more,
And I take down the wreath from the door.
It’s twelfth night and all decorations are placed in a box,
And what’s left of the turkey is fed to a fox!
Then I am left to stand and to ponder,
That despite everything, ‘tis a time of great wonder.