Christmas is coming
I’ve had better ones
Did Jesus have any idea
What he was creating
He apologises by the way
on behalf of the father and the Holy Ghost
The Event planner lost touch with the creative team and got the wrong end of the stick
Nothing rhymes with stick except sick, Mick and biscuit.

This poem is a lot like Christmas
Full of promise
Then not if you didn’t get the
The true meaning of Christmas…
Anybody?