Thanks for
a Christmas present of long ago.
Here we are in dark December
Gathered together for a day to remember
A pile of gifts beneath the tree
Some for them and some for me
Lying there a box so long
To Martyn, Graham and Malcolm-John
For weeks we’d prodded poked and shaken
Our chance to open now we’ve taken
Monopoly or take your chances
What can it be from all the Blanchs
No – it is the auction game
Throw the dice and make your claim
Graham with his winning roll finds he’s made the highest bid
Martyn who is very wary, sees he’s bought the Virgin Mary
Malcolm who must surely cough finds he owns a forged Van Gough
Father who has hardly spoke discovers he is stony broke
Mother midst the turkey cooking knows a treasure without looking
Thanks for this are surely due from all of us to all of you.
