'Twas a sparkly winter's eve and we were cosy on the settee,
Writing Christmas cards with my man, no happier we could be,
Until, I asked, 'Do we have choc?' He shrugged and shook his head,
And then I remembered the stash of sweets underneath the bed.
'We can't,' he said. 'They are for gifts - Christmas gifts for Kate',
But all I could I imagine was how - in my gob - that choccie would taste great.
"I'll get some more," I said with glee, and ripped open the box.
And out of nowhere came his hand, sly as a midnight fox.
Handfuls of Maltesers went into our mouths, so I'm sorry my darling friend,
I shall buy you more, to go with your orchid, as way to make amend(s).
An empty box is all that's left of our binge in front of the telly,
To sleep I went, all satisfied, with a very happy belly.
I am no poet but the moral of the story is don't buy your Christmas gifts too early, because you end up eating them instead of wrapping them...
Have you eaten any of your Christmas gifts yet? Emptied your advent calendar by day three? Let me know...