It is Christmas time again
Tis the season to be jolly
But I have this fear that I'll end up
Impaled upon the holly!
Face down amongst the tinsel
Legs up in the air
A fir tree firmly rooted 
With its branches in my hair
A gravy splattered dress
Is a look I might be working
With brussel sprouts as earrings
(The pigs in blankets will be smirking)
As they watch my slow descent
To the floo...

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