A Christmas Poem

Christmas comes only once a year,
And before you know it it’s already here.
Family fights and Christmas Eve stress,
Leaves me exhausted and praying for rest.
Thinking what presents to buy is quite hard,
But worse is the damage to my credit card.
I’m not complaining, I like wrapping presents,
But let’s forget turkey and start stuffing pheasants.
Turkey is dry and not very nice,
Why not paella at a much better price?
Tradition is fine, if it give satisfaction,
But the best thing about Christmas is human interaction.

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