CELIA'S POEMS

No 270       December 12

Last year in Christmas week,

We went to a party every night,

It really was quite manic,

Sleep and weight we had to fight.

We met up with all our friends,

Christmas cards we all exchanged,

Because of this pandemic,

Everything is rearranged.

I’ve only made 12 Christmas cakes,

I love doing them, it’s fine,

I take them to the parties,

Everybody knows they’re mine,

There’s cakes for all the parties,

And I give a lot away,

I also make up hampers,

For the Bingo that we play.

This covid’s a lot to answer for,

The parties have all gone,

Even Christmas dinner,

The guest list’s really none.

Remember it’s just two days,

Act like it’s never been,

Look forward to your life again,

Wearing masks and stopping in.

This has got to change real soon,

Boris’s bubble needs a rest,

But Celia’s bubble will go on,

Remember we’re the best.