I am reader, writer, wife, Mum, Grandma: blessings, all! I am also my own self! Good, solid, lasting friendships; strong church family relationships; an imagination which urges my pencil into action: all mine! I am, indeed, a most fortunate woman!
It’s a Festive Domestic It’s a festive domestic – It’s an annual thing – Like roast turkey and trimmings And the carols we sing – It’s a festive domestic – And it don’t mean a thing Because each year it happens So it loses its sting – It’s a festive domestic – But it’s wearing a bit thin – When it lingers from Christmas Till the new year comes in – ********** No more festive domestic! – For next Christmas will see Little me on my ownsome On a cruise, out at sea – And I shan’t miss the turkey Or the sprouts, that’s for sure, Or the lingering aggro Which hangs on more and more – ********** So next Christmas won’t see me At the turkey crown shelf - And the old man can will have to Have a row with himself…
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