I don't like Christmas pudding,
And it definitely doesn't like me!
I don't even like Christmas cakes,
and not much a Christmas tree.
The pudding and cake stayed forever,
in my tummy since I was small,
even though it stuck, I obeyed and ate it,
you see, my dad was big and tall.
I recall two things that, gave me much joy,
one, a sixpence, clenched between my teeth,
the other, a tiny iron, twelve piece, blue tea set,
with the high price, in black, printed underneath
Trish 2014
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