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Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
Grey Christmas
Christmas began in Bethlehem
Oh, so long ago
We cannot know the weather then
But there would be no snow
So why is it this time of year
We have an appetite
To get a dose of that cold stuff
And see the world turned white
It's there on lots of greeting cards
In High Street shops' displays
It seems we are just hankering
For merry Dickens days
When Tiny Tim was happy
Despite his family's plight
And ghostly three materialised
To make Scrooge see the light
Even Santa's not the same
As he would once have been
Thanks to Coca-Cola
His robe is red not green
So don't be disappointed
If on this Christmas Day
Outside’s not like an Alpine scene
But dreary, damp and grey.
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