Christmas time, when all the children are grown up
And the parents are being spoilt for a change.
When you sleep through the stocking being placed in your room
Whereas years before you were up at the start of day.
When you walk downstairs
And smell the dinner cooking
The coffee brewing
And everyone in one room – for once.
And the dinner table, laid with white, gold and red.
The streams of alcohol, freely flowing
And your mother glowing with pride
At her perfectly crisp roasties.
The Christmas crackers, terrible jokes, bad trivia games
And much much more.
These are all a part of this time of year.
No matter how much older we all get-
We’ll always reunite here.