It’s Christmas Day in less than a week,
And I can hardly even sleep.

Forty winks are not for me,
When lights are twinkling on the tree.

I posted my Wish List to Mum in June.
She said it cheered her Winter Gloom.

Did she like No. 1, or 2, or 3 or 4?
That’s okay if she didn’t – I had 46 more.

I wished to fly in the sky in a hot-air balloon.
Or rocket through space to visit the moon.

I’d be tres enchante with a holiday in France.
(But Mum hates snails so there’s probably no chance.)

My very special wish was for a palomino horse.
(Although then we’d have to buy a paddock, of course.)

May all my wishes soon come true.
And a very merry Xmas to you and you.

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