(If I’ve formatted it correctly, the poem itself should look like an upside down Christmas tree – enjoy!)
Christmas is Ruined
Oh dear, our beautiful tree is upside down,
The children’s happy faces turned to frowns.
Christmas is ruined because of clumsy Dad,
A sight to make poor Santa sad.
All the presents and toys crushed,
Dreams of Christmas day turned to dust.
Lights all twisted and tangled,
Wrapping paper torn and mangled.
All around screams and tears,
It’s ruined this year.
Here’s hoping you have a happier Christmas and a prosperous New Year! Best wishes all and thank you for the support, much love x
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