Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating his curds and whey. Little Miss Muffet Fell off her tuffet, And frightened Jack Horner away.
A ham sat on the table, It was not alone, Beside it sat a turkey, Its origin unknown. A bowl of sweet potato, Another full of peas, Carrots, baked potato, Enough for all to please. A jug filled with gravy, Waiting to be poured, Broccoli in the centre, Which cannot be ignored. A table blessed with offerings, A scrumptious fare, A merry Christmas dinner, A feast for all to share.
The smell of pine needles, Infiltrates the room, A reminder that Christmas, Is coming very soon. Baubles hang from branches, Tinsel wrapped around, Scattered down below, Are presents on the ground. The Christmas tree is shining, A sight to behold, It’s bright and inviting, A tradition to behold.
Is it hoofs on the roofs Or hooves on the rooves? I really want to know. Or is it hoofs on the roof Or hooves on the roof, Please tell me: yes, or no?
Reindeer hooves Landing on rooves, Or reindeer hoofs Landing on roofs — I don't know which to believe. But the reindeer don't care As they fly here and there, So have a happy Christmas Eve!
The old year has almost gone, And what a year it's been! So much Covid, so much grief, The very worst I've seen.
And now a new year beckons; I wonder, what will it bring? We can't predict the future, It might hold anything.
But let me say, here and now, Before the year's begun, I pray for peace and safety For you and everyone!
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