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Christmas game of cat & mouse
Twas the night
Of Christmas eve
Cheshire cat
Begs mouse
To leave
Usually I'd have
To kill
But tis the season
Of good will
Take your chance
Run Away
Hitch a ride
On Santa's sleigh
Let me lap up
His glass
Of gin
And frighten
You
With a drunken
Grin
Friday 6th December 2019 9:39 pm
I Love You Mum
Mum, you are my candlelight,
my angel, and my Silent Night.
More precious than a gift of gold
who wraps me up when I am cold.
Mum, you are my Christmas Day,
my North Star, and my snow bouquet.
You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,
who I love more each Christmas time.
Thursday 17th December 2015 9:38 am
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